Yon's my Privateer
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see how trim she lies
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To every man a lucky hand
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and to every man a prize
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I live to ride the Ocean
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the mighty world around
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To take a little plunder
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and to hear the cannon sound
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To lay with pretty women
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to drink Madeira wine
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to hear the roller's thunder
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on a shore that isn't mine
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Privateering, we will go
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Privateering, Yoh! oh! ho!
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Privateering, we will go
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Yeah! oh! oh! ho!
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The people on your Man 'o war
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are treated worse than scum
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I'm no flogging Captain
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my God I've sailed with some
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Come with me to Barbary
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We'll ply there up and down
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Not quite exactly
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in the service of the Crown
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To lay with pretty women
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to drink Madeira wine
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to hear the roller's thunder
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on a shore that isn't mine
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Privateering, we will go
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Privateering, Yoh! oh! ho!
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Privateering, we will go
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Yeah! oh! oh! ho!
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Look here there's my Privateer
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she's small but she can sting
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Licensed to take prizes
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with a letter from the King
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I love the streets and taverns
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of a pretty foreign town
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tip my hat to the dark eyed ladies
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as we sally up and down
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To lay with pretty women
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to drink Madeira wine
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to hear the roller's thunder
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on a shore that isn't mine
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Privateering, we will go
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Privateering, Yoh! oh! ho!
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Privateering, we will go
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Yeah! oh! oh! ho!
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Britannia needs her Privateers
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each time she goes to war
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death to all her enemies
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No prizes matter more
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Come with me to Barbary
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We'll ply there up and down
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Not quite exactly
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in the service of the Crown
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I lay with pretty women
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to drink Madeira wine
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to hear the roller's thunder
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on a shore that isn't mine
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Privateering, we will go
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Privateering, Yoh! oh! ho!
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Privateering, we will go
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Yeah! oh! oh! ho!
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Privateering
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| Mark Knopfler |
