Rum On Board
No sea to rough, no tide to high
To raise the sails
Jolly Roger flutters all night
And all day
Those who don't die of scurvy
Die by the sword
Those tryin' to rise in mutiny
Shall be keelhauled
We're sailing out
In all weathers
To any unknown shore
Grapple to grab
And we ain't gonna stop
Just as long as there's rum on board
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