Weigh anchor, hoist the sails
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Cruisin' for booty on watery trails
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No exploiter we see can still sail on
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Our cannons fire till his ship goes down
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Fly our flag, we teach them fear
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Capture them, the end is near
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Firing guns they shell burn
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Surrender or fight there's no return
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Under Jolly Roger
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Venerable scoundrels, no blood on our hands
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Our engagement are tough, but only for defence
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Carefully we sail around the reefs
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To force those die-hards to their knees
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Fly our flag, we teach them fear
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Capture them, the end is near
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Firing guns they shell burn
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Surrender or fight there's no return
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Under Jolly Roger
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Coming through the waves to free all the captives
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Boarding the vessels we know all the tactics
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We're the menace, the curse of the sea
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We pulverize the men'o'war pay or flee
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Fly our flag, we teach them fear
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Capture them, the end is near
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Firing guns they shell burn
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Surrender or fight there's no return
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Under Jolly Roger
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Under Jolly Roger
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