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Bring out your dead
Bring out your dead
Bring out your dead

Bring out your dead, bring out your dead,
from noble house n' poor man's shed,
The plague has come to town,
bring out your dead, bring out your dead.

And ye cat o' nine is a deer old friend of mine
Fer fighting every day with me hide I shall pay
A good whippin' now n' then helps inspire all ye men
As ye officer on deck flays ye skin of me neck

Me mother n' me father so much trouble must have had
To teach their little laddie what is good n' what is bad: N' they cursed me name – You ought to feel ashamed!
-Come here you little prick! N' they whipped me with the stick

Calm be the sea by morning's first light,
As birds wings in feathered flight
boldly stride gale an' gentle breeze
To earn a crust from hostile seas - from hostile seas

Birds castin' eye to the lass in the surge
weeping a solemn dirge.
her watery eyes doth tell no lies

Throw them in the sea!
Bring ye gang plank!
More rum fer you and me,
the way that it should be.

Cause on this ship we settle things according to decree,
and when in doubt of punishment -
Gangplank it shall be!

Oh, the life at sea be frightful,
But a fire is so delightful,
And no place to run or go,
Let it blow, let it blow, let it blow.

It dont show signs of stopping,
So I brought some corn for popping
The fire has spread down below,

"Come, they told me pa-rum pum pum pum
The strongest rum to see, pa-rum pum pum pum
Our drunken swab we bring pa-rum pum pum pum
To swill like queen and King pa-rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum. rum pum pum pum
For to impress pa-rum pum pum pum
When we come

In a new world Caribbean rat hole, we enlisted a slender mate
We've sailed for months an' I for sure ain't seen no lass of late

But with this here slim sailor
I suspected a slight charade
Well his hands was lily whit you see,
thou I never saw him bathe

"O cannonball, o cannonball
You rain death from high above.
O cannonball, o cannonball
You rain death from high above.
You bring the fog in summertime,
And you glow red in Yuletide!
O cannonball, o cannonball
You rain death from high above!

When I woke up this night the ship was sinkin'
Ship was sinking do-o-own
The lifeboat is wrecked and the ship is sinkin
Ship is sinking down
The lookout is drunk and the ship is sinkin'
Ship is sinking do-o-own
And fire is loose and the ship is sinkin'
Ship is sinking down

I used to be a beggar man, living on the streets,
beggin' all the better men, to help me get a meal.
But here's the thing with better men, they're best at being mean.So I got fed with sticks and stones, that broke me bones.

So I became a wicker man, to learn an honest trade,
asking all the better men to buy what I had made.
But here's the thing with better men, they're good at being cheap
So I got payed in kicks and spits,

It's been fourteen years since they put me on this island
No ship, no crew an' no bottle of rum!
Me boots have rotten, me mood turned sour
No ship, no crew an' no bottle of rum!

Now I tell ye me ol' salt I wish I was there
With me ship, me crew an' me bottle of rum!
There on the high sea, with the winds an' the waves

Down in Old Wapping docks, near the banks and the rocks
where the gibbets use to sing across the Thames
every now and every then with a silver oar with them
The Marshals come to visit our block

If you cannot pay your rent, off to prison you'll be sent,
where the gaolers entertain you in the stone hall
Like the tattooed one armed creature, they call the Newgate Preacher,

Yea listen to me words me friend
Ohoy, Ohoy!
Our days are comin' to an end
Ohoy, Ohoy!
At sea there dreadful horrors be,
they're comin' here fer yea n' me.
And all be doomed when yea dead come sailing home

Met the love of mine, aye a lad so fine,
Oh somewhere in the Southern Carribean.
I was tied down below on an old ship of the line.
You and me Donny, and the Devil makes three,
On the cold and billowing sea.

Oh colony made, from the Dutch slave trade,
Oh somewhere in the Southern Carribean.