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We were schooner rigged and rakish with a l

We were schooner rigged and rakish
with a long and lissome hull
And we flew the pretty colours of the crossbones and the skull
We'd a big black Jolly Roger flapping grimly at the fore
And we sailed the Spanish Water in the happy days of yore.
We'd a long brass gun amidships like a well conducted ship
We had each a brace of pistols and a cutlass at the hip
It's a point which tells against us and a fact to be deplored
But we chased the goodly merchant men and laid their ships aboard.
Then the dead men fouled the scuppers and the wounded filled the chains
And the paint work all was spatter dashed with other peoples brains
She was boarded she was looted she was scuttled till she sank.
And the pale survivors left us by the medium of the plank.
O! then it was while standing by the taffrail on the poop
We could hear the drowning folk lament the absent chicken coop
Then having washed the blood away we'd little else to do
Than to dance a quiet hornpipe as the old salts taught us to.
O! the fiddle on the fo'c'sle and the slapping naked soles
And the genial "Down the middle Jake and curtsey when she rolls!"
With the silver seas around us and the pale moon overhead
And the look out not a looking and his pipe bowl glowing red.
Ah! the pig tailed quidding pirates and the pretty pranks we played
All have since been put a stop to by the naughty Board of Trade
The schooners and the merry crews are laid away to rest
A little south the sunset in the islands of the Blest..

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