'Twas quite the inky black night
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All the weather vanes were turning
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And the constable was burning out his light
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When low our anchors went down, barnacle bound
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The men were up and churning
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Yes, and soon the square was burning to the ground
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And oh, the flames were as gold
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I scowl at the angry moon
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I am sick on myself I'm a bum
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What have I become
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A drunken maroon run aground
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In this rotten town
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It's been a fortnight or two
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The mutineers are plotting against the captain as I'm rotting in the goo
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The constable was set to drown while the shabby scabs that went to town were reconnoitering with blades and guns
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But the ale had started spilling
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Yes, and soon the crew was killing everyone
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And all the streets burned with gold,
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But oh, My bones were so cold
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I scowl at the angry moon
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I am sick on myself I'm a bum
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What have I become
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A drunken maroon run aground
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In this rotten town
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I stumbled down the harbor to the tavern on the square
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and heard a raucous ruckus as it rang
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from some foul inebriates
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some men I used to call my mates
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were lost in song and this is what they sang
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they sang
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"Hey, hi, yo ho! O'er the Atlantic we go
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Drinking 'till we all get sick
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And coming up with limericks
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But we never quite remember how they end"
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I can see my childhood home
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I think of my dear old mum
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What have I become
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I scowl at the angry moon
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I am sick on myself I'm a bum
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What have I become
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A drunken maroon run aground
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In this rotten town (I scowl at the angry moon)
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I am sick on myself I'm a bum
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What have I become
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A drunken maroon run aground
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In this rotten town (I scowl at the angry moon)
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I am sick on myself I'm a bum
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What have I become
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A drunken maroon run aground
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In this rotten town (In this rotten)
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In this rotten, In this rotten
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Town!
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Rotten Town
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Ludo |