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Two hundred loathsome cutthroats
Armed to the teeth
Hurling there grenades
As they get closer to the beach

We had cutla*ses and blunderbusses
Off to get an island with the only money tree
Take it from the rich, bless the pirates
Jump the ship and torture them, the rich

A twenty-one gun salute and three loud cheers
Pirate rowed ashore for their fair bloody share
Town crowd shouted out, "Viva le roi"
Twenty more cannons, thirty-four muskets
Headed out for treasure in the bourbon islands
Plunder take was gold, diamonds, silks and porcelains

Madagascar, we're comin for your barrels of rum
A wooden leg, I stand on by ye gallows we hung



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