We have so far sailed maelstroms
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Through the tempest light
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This man-o-war
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Spills forth with silks, spices & wines
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Not limerick's dungeons,
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18 months could kill my fervor for sea hunt
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All herring lassies, gutter girls
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They know what coloured clews unfurl
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These threads are full,
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Full of wind and tied in knots
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Miss Forsythe's love
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Was lost but never was forgot
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Till olden age
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Sabre held fast to the sky
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Sea cauldron's rage
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The cailleach tramps her cloak tonight
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For seven days
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Braved howling winds, eddies, and rains
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Through towering waves
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They say no bolder heart remains
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Oh halcyon
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Of green Clew Bay
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I buy these winds
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To venge my children and their ghosts
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I stole their ships
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And every castle from their coasts
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Need no advice
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Nor approval from the queen
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I live my life
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Forever hellcat of the sea
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Selling The Wind
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Pretty Girls Make Graves |