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What
drunk is this, who’s laid to rest,
On the Commodore’s chest is sleeping?
Both snoring, him and Norrington
Disgraceful ways they’re keeping!
This,
this is Captain Jack
Quite daft and probably crazy.
Soused, soused on Jamaican rum,
His Pearl’s the bane of the Navy.
Why wallow they in such mean estate
Dead drunk; praise God no longer singing
Alas, I fear, too much Christmas cheer.
T’was Elizabeth’s punch they were swigging.
Wake,
Wake, Jack your crew must flee
Make your escape, leave Norrington sleep
Away, away from the gallows you’ll stay
Your Pearl still the bane of the Navy
If Gillette walks past, he’ll arrest your ass,
The truce is over, I savvy
I’m Governor here, still the law is clear,
Wake up, you drunk pirate, already.
Haste,
haste, You scallywag,
No time this for filching swag, (Oooh!
look! Shiny!)
Pirate ships there are that’d be worse by far,
Than the Pearl as the bane of the Navy.
Jack grabbed his hat, sword and effects;
(And the paymaster’s keys that were handy)
Swore he’d not come near until next year;
(By then, they’ll have stopped being angry.)
Thief,
thief, while the fort was a’bed
Jack pilfered the payroll, that knave he.
Bring, bring me Jack Sparrow’s head,
His Pearl’s the bane of the Navy.
Raise, raise, Lizzie’s song on high,
The sweet trade’s the only life for me:
Sailed away again, we’ve our freedom and,
My Pearl’s still the bane of the Navy.
Yo
Ho, Yo ho, Captain Jack Sparrow
Pirate, extraordinary.
This Christmas day, I stole your pay,
And my Pearl’s the bane of the Navy.
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