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The sails billow as they catch the wind White crested waves put our ship a sway To portside ye mates and scalawags The merchant's ship shall be our prey Fly their country flag the captain yells So at twilight they can see We are friends and countrymen Their fast galleon shall not be put to sea Ahoy mates and countrymen our captain shouts Towards what wind does ye's fine ship sail? To motherland responds the merchant ship Their captain aft and by the rail Bring down their country flag Yells our captain, the old codger Fire at them a warning shot And then raise the Jolly Roger Pistols, cutlass, and boarding axes The buccaneers are at the ready Slide the boarding plank and hook the ship Once the ships are good and steady The ship is taken without a shot We loot and plunder all the booty In small boats we set them out to sea We drink rum as if'' t our duty The cook's in galley cooking mutton Shivers me timbre the take was good Thar will be feasting and grog tonight On plates of silver ar' served the food Doubloons, gold, and pieces of eight The merchant ship carried them a plenty We divide the loot and drink more rum Then we sing our drunken shanty 'Fifteen men on a dead man's chest Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Drink and the devil had done for the rest Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum"

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