off to the harbour, under drungeon in the morning
i've got a press gang looking after me.
i'll awaken sometime on the morrow.
by then we'll be a league away te sea.
full sails, bouncing on the briney
asway about they spreay&windy all the day
tellin' by the swells an adventure's in the making
that's if i don't die upon the way
i'm the boy they pressed aboard & took me out to sea
the captain is a tyrant & he tells what to do
but the firstmate is a cutthroat, with a muntineering spark
he plans to take the captain & feed him to the sharks
i'll never forget the trungeons & the harbour in the morning
and what the navy did to me & pressed me on the sea
still alive & i survived so many years later
as big a buccaneer as i could claim to be
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full sails bounding on the briney
jolly rodgers flappin' score o' loaded '84's
many pretty treasures, lots of booty to be taken
the cannon and the cutla** on a rebel man o war.
i was the boy they trungeoned & they pressed me out to sea
but now i am the captain & i tell ye what te do
my firstmate is a cutthroat, a tarjack run askew
he has the sk** to skin the king
and feed him to the crew
we are sailing from our homeland
cross the ocean, on the sea
for whatever reason be
we question all authority
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