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We set out for the sea with icicles in our beards |
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Where the wind bit like dog's teeth |
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And the sea swept our ship |
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Like the hand of a |
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God who had been enraged |
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So we carried our dead to the shore |
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And that left nine more |
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There was violence in the air tonight |
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When the ship split in half |
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We lost two to the brine |
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And the seawater swilled across the floor |
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And the captain lives no more |
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For he sleeps on the ocean floor |
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The old bastard was as big as a bear |
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And his coffin was made of a redwood's trunk |
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His appetite never thinned |
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His belly was wide as two barrels of gin |
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Cut the engine, tie it off to the post |
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Heave away at my call listen well, one and all |
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We'll be rid of this scourge |
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When his body goes overboard |
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He'd been in irons for seventy days |
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Fed just gunpowder to fuel his rage |
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Screamed bloody murder and tore at his chains |
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We've made him this way |
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We were left on that isle with a skeleton crew |
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Made of dead men and sinners |
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Hell bound through and through |
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Then it was he who came to our shore and he left no more |
