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Splitting the waves

Of all seven seas

Going straight on

Its captain to please

A steady ol’ clipper

Fulfilling its duty

For the crew’s volition

On their quest for booty

Its crew always prospered

Their lives seemed all nice

But their success

Came with a price

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Forsaken planks of treasure

Cursing all its crews

Plenty of gold, no pleasure

They all drown in booze

Once a man set

A foot on the deck

His life was to end

As no more than a wreck

They robbed many ships

With freights of all kinds

As the curse drained their souls

And prisoned their minds

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Their victories were many

And so were their riches

The tonnage full of gold

Their bunks filled with bitches

But no wench and no toy

Could ever seize the pain

Treasure’s Bane took their joy

All their trouble was in vain

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