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We were a crew of what you please	A
Men with the lust of gold gone mad	B
Dutch and Yankee and Portuguese	A
With a nigger or two from Trinidad	B
The scum of the Caribbees	A
Outbound outbound for a treasure ground	C
A pirate isle no man had found	C
A long lost isle in the Southern Seas	A
An isle of the Southern Seas	A
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We sailed our ship by a chart we bore	D
The parchment script of a buccaneer	E
Whose skeleton found on a Carib shore	D
Had kept its secret for many a year	F
Locked in a buckle of belt it wore	D
And the dim chart told of buried gold	G
A hidden harbor and pirate hold	G
On an isle that seamen touched no more	D
That sailors knew no more	D
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We were a crew of Devil may care	H
Who staked our lives on a bit of a scrawl	I
Who diced each other for lot and share	H
Or ever we hoisted sail at all	I
Or the brine blew through our hair	H
At last with a hail for calm or gale	J
The wind of adventure in our sail	J
We piped up anchor and did our dare	H
Steered for the Island there	H
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From Porto Bello to Isle of France	A
And thence South East our chart read plain	K
We followed the route of old Romance	A
The plate ship route of the Spanish Main	K
The old wild route of Chance	A
Black Beard sailed it and Jean Lafitte	L
And Drake and Morgan and many a fleet	M
Of pillage once that led the dance	A
Spain's golden galleon dance	A
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Moidores guineas and pieces of eight	N
Doubloons round as the gibbous moon	O
All the wealth that they sacked as freight	N
In the good old days' of the piccaroon	O
We dreamed of soon and late	N
And gems of the East of which the least	P
Would grace a Khan's or a Caliph's feast	P
And chest on chest of Spanish plate	N
Great chests of Spanish plate	N
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The wind blew fair from Panama	Q
For a month the wind blew fair and free	R
We steered our ship by the gold we saw	A
In the far off script of a century	R
Wherein men knew no law	A
We held our course for better or worse	A
Now with a song and now with a curse	A
According to the lots we'd draw	A
Rum or the lots we'd draw	A
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We had not reckoned on destiny	R
And him all seamen dread they say	A
That captain old in infamy	R
Who holds to Hell till the Judgment Day	A
And takes of Earth his fee	R
Oh black and black is the South Sea track	S
Of the skeleton Captain Yellow Jack	S
Who sweeps with his boneyard crew the sea	R
The hurricane haunted sea	R
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Six weeks we lay in the doldrums dead	T
Six weeks that rotted us with delay	A
Till a gale sprang up and drove us ahead	T
Out of our course for a week and a day	A
Till we deemed we were Dutchman led	T
When the gale was done why one by one	O
The scurvy took us every son	O
And mutiny down in the hold was bred	T
Mutiny then was bred	T
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At last on our bow we sighted shore	D
A wild crag circled of cloud and sea	R
Our pirate isle where ceaselessly	R
The rock fanged surf kept up its roar	D
Round a towering bluff and tree	R
Where the chart was marked that the gold should be	R
Cliffs that the seafowl clamored o'er	U
With the dragging seaweed hoar	D
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A smudge of mist and a gleam that died	V
And a muttering down below	W
And night was on us at a stride	V
And God how it came to blow	W
And a man went over the side	V
Then fore and aft of our crazy craft	X
Corposants glimmered and Madness laughed	X
And a voice from the Island wild replied	V
A d mon voice replied	V
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Three nights and days of the hurncane's rage	Y
What curse now held us off	Z
We never would win to an anchorage	A2
We thought when ho with a scoff	Z
The Island thundered 'Come take your wage '	-
And lo that night by the thin moonlight	B2
We found our ship in a bay or bight	B2
That seemed a part of another age	Y
A far off pirate age	Y
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Our ship a leak and her pumps all jammed	C2
We won to the Harbor of Yellow Jack	S
And so it was that he took command	D2
And hoisted his skeleton flag of black	S
And our decks with dead men crammed	C2
But we we found the treasure ground	C
Where some went mad and some were drowned	C
For the gold you see was damned was damned	C2
The gold you see was damned	C2

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