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 ? 

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 cutlass 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 skill 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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