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Weigh anchor, hoist the sails |
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Cruisin' for booty on watery trails |
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No exploiter we see can still sail on |
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Our cannons fire till his ship goes down |
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Fly our flag, we teach them fear |
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Capture them, the end is near |
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Firing guns they shell burn |
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Surrender or fight there's no return |
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Under Jolly |
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Roger Venerable scoundrels, no blood on our hands |
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Our engagement are tough, but only for defence |
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Carefully we sail around the reefs |
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To force those die-hards to their knees |
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Fly our flag, we teach them fear |
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Capture them, the end is near |
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Firing guns they shell burn |
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Surrender or fight there's no return |
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Under Jolly |
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Roger Coming through the waves to free all the captives |
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Boarding the vessels we know all the tactics |
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We're the menace, the curse of the sea |
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We pulverize the men'o'war pay or flee |
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Fly our flag, we teach them fear |
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Capture them, the end is near |
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Firing guns they shell burn |
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Surrender or fight there's no return |
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Under Jolly |
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Roger |
