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The sun came up on the Spanish sea |
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Our homeland far behind us |
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Being junted by the King's Navy |
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It's sure he'd never find us |
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Pull away, me lads o' the Cardiff Rose |
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And hoist the Jolly Roger |
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We brought her into the looward wind |
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And made for the Caribbean |
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For thoughts of what it might have been |
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Destroys a human bein' |
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But thoughts about the Spaniards' gold |
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And learnin' to desire it |
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Can make a man so brash and bold |
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He'll soon become a pirate |
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Pull away, me lads o' the Cardiff Rose |
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And hoist the Jolly Roger |
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Now a gleam came into the Captain's eyes |
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As he spied an English clipper |
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"She looks the perfect shape and size |
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Let's all aboard and strip her" |
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We fired a shot across her bow |
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And eased ourselves beside her |
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With our keels as close as she'd allow |
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We swung from the deck to ride her |
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Pull away, me lads o' the Cardiff Rose |
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And hoist the Jolly Roger |
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Up she stumbles and starts to pitch |
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And signals for assistance |
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We tightened our hold another hitch |
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And ended her resistance |
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Now there's many a day on the Spanish sea |
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I served aboard that raider |
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But we never did nothing more beautifully |
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Than the way that we belayed her |
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Pull away, me lads o' the Cardiff Rose |
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And hoist the Jolly Roger |
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Her hold was hot as St.Elmo's fire |
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Her chests were filled with treasure |
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We took as much as we'd require |
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Then took more for our pleasure |
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Now there's many a day on the Spanish Main |
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But none I hold so dear |
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As the happy day I first became |
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A scurvy buccaneer |
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Pull away, me lads o' the Cardiff Rose |
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And hoist the Jolly Roger |
