My heart is pierced by cupid
An angelic maid of Rome
There ain't nothing that can console me
But my jolly sailor boat
Alone in my room
Staring up on the roof
There came this gem of sailors
Who interrupted my moody mood
We set out on a sail
To the Atlantis depth unknown
Praying we live to tell the tale
Of our trip to yo-ho-ho
Heave ** all hands,
hoist the colors high.
Now we dive; far from land
Where we never shall die.
We dive through the storm
In cold and thunderous rain
There ain't nothing that make we stop
Even though we may never return again
We hoist the colours high
Not for some useless glittering gold
We're pirates of higher rank
We only dine for yo-ho-ho
Freedom is yo-ho-ho to me
I'm ah slave to land no more
It isn't gold that call me to the sea
But the freedom to do what I love
From the sea of thousands ghommids
To the ocean of ice and cold
We roam, high and low
Hoping we'll soon get to dine at home.
We danced on the deck
While the music is playing
and the breeze has the helm
Of the fine lady swaying
We dreamed of been kissed
By the beautiful maid of calipso
We had nightmares of abandon-ship
Crushed by the horn of Davy-Jones
If this ship has to sink
I'll be there to watch it crash in slow motion
I'll hold the anchor at the hip
As I get drowned beneath the ocean
So forget not how we rise
to the tide of sea and river
We are the Atlantic knight
For we are not a sinner
Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 5:35 PM UTC
My heart is pierced by cupid
An angelic maid of Rome
There ain't nothing that can console me
But my jolly sailor boat
Alone in my room
Staring up on the roof
There came this gem of sailors
Who interrupted my moody mood
We set out on a sail
To the Atlantis depth unknown
Praying we live to tell the tale
Of our trip to yo-ho-ho
Heave ** all hands,
hoist the colors high.
Now we dive; far from land
Where we never shall die.
We dive through the storm
In cold and thunderous rain
There ain't nothing that make we stop
Even though we may never return again
We hoist the colours high
Not for some useless glittering gold
We're pirates of higher rank
We only dine for yo-ho-ho
Freedom is yo-ho-ho to me
I'm ah slave to land no more
It isn't gold that call me to the sea
But the freedom to do what I love
From the sea of thousands ghommids
To the ocean of ice and cold
We roam, high and low
Hoping we'll soon get to dine at home.
We danced on the deck
While the music is playing
and the breeze has the helm
Of the fine lady swaying
We dreamed of been kissed
By the beautiful maid of calipso
We had nightmares of abandon-ship
Crushed by the horn of Davy-Jones
If this ship has to sink
I'll be there to watch it crash in slow motion
I'll hold the anchor at the hip
As I get drowned beneath the ocean
So forget not how we rise
to the tide of sea and river
We are the Atlantic knight
For we are not a sinner
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