I be a scurvy pirate
ye be a saucy wench
i know not where you came from
or where on earth you went
i sail the salty seas
in search of where you've been
without you, the booty in me coffers
is nary made of tin
the sails and course be set
the jolly roger hanging high
thar be no warmth in my heart
no matter how hard i try
i be a scurvy pirate
ye be a saucy wench
but i love ye just the same
i'd give up ship and sea
for you to be me dame
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