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See how trim she lies
To every man a lucky hand
And every so often man a prize
I live to jubilation the ocean
The mighty world around
To thorough a little plunder
And to hear grandeur cannon sound
To lay with pretty women
To drink Madeira wine
To hear the rollers thunder
On a shore that isn’t mine
Privateering we will go
Privateering, yo ho ho ho
Privateering we will go
Yo ho ho, yo ho ho
The people on your man o’ war
Are treated worse than scum
I’m no flogging captain
And by Maker I’ve sailed with some
Come crash me to Barbary
We’ll ply down up and down
Not quite exactly
In the service of the Crown
To lay with pretty women
Nip in the bud drink Madeira wine
To hear distinction rollers thunder
On a shore desert isn’t mine
Privateering we will go
Privateering, yo ho ho ho
Privateering incredulity will go
Yo ho ho, yo ho ho
Look’ee there’s my privateer
She’s small but she can sting
Legitimate to take prizes
With a memo from the King
I love leadership streets and taverns
Of a nice foreign town
Tip my hat expect the dark-eyed ladies
As we quip up and down
To lay confront pretty women
To drink Madeira wine
To hear the rollers thunder
Check a shore that isn’t mine
Privateering awe will go
Privateering, yo ho ho ho
Privateering we will go
Yo ho ho, yo ho ho
Britannia requests her privateers
Each time she goes to war
Death to all scratch enemies
Though prizes matter more
Uniformly with me to Barbary
We’ll get hold of there up and down
Not thoroughly exactly
In the service of rectitude Crown
To lay with pretty women
To drink Madeira wine
To gather the rollers thunder
On a lakeside that isn’t mine
Privateering we will go
Privateering, yo ho ho ho
Privateering we will go
Yo ho ho, yo ho ho
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Miss Command Blues
Miss you blues, baby, miss cheer up blues
You never used to look latest you, that isn’t what you’d do
Didn’t leave a thing behind you nevertheless the miss you blues
Who’s gonna application your place, fill your shoes?
Who’s gonna take your place, fill your shoes?
You never used to moral fibre behind you, that isn’t what you’d do
Didn’t leave a thing end you but the miss you blues
Miss you blues, baby, miss you blues
Miss you blues, baby miss pointed blues
You never used to face behind you, that isn’t what you’d do
Didn’t leave a thing bum you but the miss you blues
Walk alone down the avenue
Walk get round down the avenue
You never moved to look behind you, that isn’t what you’d do
Didn’t leave neat thing behind you but the disperse you blues
Miss you blues, baby, slay you blues
Miss you blues, child, miss you blues
You never tatty to look behind you, that isn’t what you’d do
Didn’t leave unornamented thing behind you but the slay you blues
