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| A Pyratical Sea |
The sea shines red in the mornin' sun
Rise up buccaneers, thar’s work t' be done.
Hoist every sail and set a course true
Out on the trades, thar’s riches fer you.
After the pillagin’ we’ll fly in the winds
To Pyrates Cove whar the party begins.
Thar be wenches, rum, and a sea farin’ song
Divvyin’ up booty, arrrr plan all along.
We’re partyin’ pyrates ‘til we’re put under
A great grand life for a bit o' the plunder.
Don "D'Pyrate" Winfield
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