off to the harbour, under drungeon in the morning
  i've got a press gang looking after me.
  i'll awaken sometime on the morrow.
  by then we'll be a league away te sea.
    full sails, bouncing on the briney
  asway about they spreay&windy all the day
  tellin' by the swells an adventure's in the making
  that's if i don't die upon the way
    i'm the boy they pressed aboard & took me out to sea
  the captain is a tyrant & he tells what to do
  but the firstmate is a cutthroat, with a muntineering ?
  he plans to take the captain & feed him to the sharks
    i'll never forget the trungeons & the harbour in the morning
  and what the navy did to me & pressed me on the sea
  still alive & i survived so many years later
  as big a buccaneer as i could claim to be
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  full sails bounding on the briney
  jolly rodgers flappin' score o' loaded '84's
  many pretty treasures, lots of booty to be taken
  the cannon and the cutlass on a rebel man o war.
    i was the boy they trungeoned & they pressed me out to sea
  but now i am the captain & i tell ye what te do
  my firstmate is a cutthroat, a tarjack run askew
  he has the skill to skin the king
  and feed him to the crew
    we are sailing from our homeland
  cross the ocean, on the sea
  for whatever reason be
  we question all authority
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