A Pirates story
I want to tell you a story
About a little boy I know,
Who dreamed of being a pirate
On an island full of gold.
His ship was big with many guns
He flew the skull and bones,
He would sneak up on his enemies
From where nobody knows.
He would not take any prisoners
He would kill them all on sight,
He would make you walk the plank
If you did not stand and fight.
His men where rough and rugged
What an ugly motley crew,
Your bones would shake before them
For you knew not what they would do.
They would skin your hide and cut your throat
And do it with as smile,
You could see there rotten teeth
And you could smell their rotten bile.
The captain sailed the seven seas
Seeking fortunes and the fame,
And he would leave his mark upon you
As he hollered out his name.
My name is Captain Bly bloodthirsty that is I
Give me all your gold or you will surely die,
Bow down your heads before me
Leave your maidens to my men,
Bequeath to me your honor or I'll be back again.
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