Out on the rolling sea
Cannons are the king's final decree
Two ships, enemies at heart
Met with clashing iron and dancing spark
The sea rose up on high
All over sailors sweared, and cried
For today they could meet Davy Jones
Beneath the waves would sit their bones
Grape, chain, and round shot flew
Under smoke and above the sea of blue
The captains yelled above the din
Keep on, today we must win
Both sides fought on and on
Till they boarded and met one on one
Sabres slashed and pistols cracked
Eventually one was left sacked
Off with treasure and spoils o' war
Went the victorious sailors to their homeland's shore
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