00:01Oh, Maul, you bold young thoughtless men, oh, wouldn't take by me
00:06And never leave your happy homes to sail the raging sea
00:12For I have clouded the raging main this twenty years or more
00:17But now I'm turned and ripped to starve upon my native shore
00:31By raging storms and tempest, shiver every times I've been
00:36And many a bloody battle upon the seas I've seen
00:41I've seen the cannons glaring, flash, I've heard its thunderous roar
00:46Though now I'm turned and ripped to starve upon my native shore
00:51Should I stop the sermenter upon the raging main
00:55True hearts of old, three British stars will push the sea out of the air
01:00Unpity, attempt for strangers, a leftless British star
01:05In your defense, he may have the thunderbolts of war
01:18All hands, come lend some kind of system
01:22I've had anyone bless your store
01:25Or now I'm turned and ripped to starve upon my native shore
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