We want riches and plunder, ships blown asunder and 

taking all their gold

We want rubies and diamonds, from a life of crime and 

never ever getting old

We want tons of great booty with no sense of duty and 

no one to obey

We want all of your possessions, without any 

confessions and a clean getaway.



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Some call themselves brigands and some say buccaneer

Some say we are bandits and sometimes privateers

No matter what they call us in this one thing we should 

be blunt

We are all just pirates and pirates will get what we 

want.



We want casks full of good rum, making us all feel 

numb, when our workday is through

We want barrels of whiskey, we know that it's risky but 

we're all overdue.

We want grog and some fine wine, whenever we're 

inclined and the captain says alright

We want singing and drinking without too much thinking 

and looking for a fight.



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We want ladies of the night, they make us feel just 

right whenever we're on the shore.

We want girls with reputations, and no complications 

they're the ones that we adore.

We want a gentle bed warmer, who's quite a performer of 

which we can avail

We want a few nights of pleasure for some of our 

treasure and no tears when we sail



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We want adventure and danger, one on one with a 

stranger and the thrill of victory

We want to plunder and pillage a ship or a village and 

head back out to sea

We want powder and steel shot, respect of those well 

fought and the cannon's roar

We want the thrill of a broadside the swelling of our 

pride as we hoist our flag once more



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We want untold fame and glory, an infamous story and 

names that will live on

We want books about our deeds, to be what they all read 

long after we are gone

We want our names to be folk tales, ignoring the 

details to a tolerable degree

We want to give it a real try, and then you will see 

why it is the only life for me.



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