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Once every year

Our heads filled with beer

When the tide is high

And the pirates say “Aye!”

Crews gather here

from all seven seas

To party together

Without boundaries

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The pints we rise

To the open skies

The fields are green

And the people unclean

We cry out to the crowd

And the crowd is loud

We screw and drink

Until we can’t think

A place full of wenches

pirates make ‘em drip

And their eyes tell me

They want my ship

The waiting’s end is nigh

At anchor we lie

Now tap some rum

And turn the sound up high

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The party is at peak

And sleep is for the weak

So, the boozing goes on

‘Till the night is gone

And on the third day

When it comes to an end

We all surely know

That we’ll come here again

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