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    Fee-fi-fo-fum!
    I smell the, the bones of an English man
    Hehehehe

    Fee-fi-fo-fum!
    Crossbones, swords, and a bottle of rum
    Heave, high, ho, hum
    No rest for the lily-livered pirate scum
    From the dawning of the day
    To the drowning of the Sun
    No rest for the lily-livered pirate scum

    Salt on my tongue
    From the spray of the sea
    Drunk on the Sun
    Beating down on me
    Bound for a treasure
    That's never been seen
    Where dead men lay their bones

    Blood on my hands
    From the pull of the rope
    No wind in our sails
    So we have to row
    And it's heave, ho
    Or to the locker, you'll go
    Where dead men lay their bones
    Where dead men lay their bones

    Fee-fi-fo-fum!
    Crossbones, swords, and a bottle of rum
    Heave, high, ho, hum
    No rest for the lily-livered pirate scum
    From the dawning of the day
    To the drowning of the Sun
    No rest for the lily-livered pirate scum

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    Shapes in the shadows
    Wanna swallow us whole
    The roar of the kraken
    Tries to pull us below
    So it's heave, ho
    Or to the locker, we'll go
    Where dead men lay their bones

    Captain Jack throws another one back
    He finishes a bottle
    While we're breakin' our backs
    So it's: Aye cap!
    Until we give him the sack
    Where dead men lay their bones

    What do we do with a drunken sailor?
    Don't have a longboat or a rusty razor
    Toss him in the drink
    And watch him sink
    Where dead men lay their bones

    Fee-fi-fo-fum!
    Crossbones, swords, and a bottle of rum
    Heave, high, ho, hum
    No rest for the lily-livered pirate scum
    From the dawning of the day
    To the drowning of the Sun
    No rest for the lily-livered pirate scum

    Weigh, hey, and up he rises (weigh, hey, and up he rises)
    Weigh, hey, and up he rises (weigh, hey, and up he rises)
    Weigh, hey, and up he rises (weigh, hey, and up he rises)
    Weigh, hey, and up he'll stay
    Where dead men hang their bones

    Fee-fi-fo-fum!
    Crossbones, swords, and a bottle of rum
    Heave, high, ho, hum
    No rest for the lily-livered pirate scum
    From the dawning of the day
    To the drowning of the Sun
    No rest for the lily-livered pirate scum

    Hoist the Jolly Roger!
    Hahahahahahaha

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    Composition: Garon Brett and Sail North

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