Ye Banished Privateers - Bring Out Your Dead,

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Bring out your dead, bring out your dead, from noble house and poor man's shed,
    
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The plague has come to town, bring out your dead, bring out your dead.
               
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Bring out your dead, bring out your dead, to the pyres bright and red.
      
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We've reached the end o' days, bring out your dead, bring out your dead!


[Kyплeт 1]
      
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After seven months at sea, around cape horn with ivory,
   
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We reached the british piers at the old port of tangier.
       
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I went out to celebrate, with me Captain and first mate,
   
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We met with many wenches, gypsy girls and pretty Frenchies.

  
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 pretty lass and her sister, had a rash with nasty blisters,
         
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But I've had me share of shy afflictions, fer lassies be me one addiction.
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One thing to another led, I fell asleep upon their bed,
    
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But woke next day with two dead whores and screams outside me door.


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Bring out your dead, bring out your dead, from noble house and poor man's shed,
    
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The plague has come to town, bring out your dead, bring out your dead.
               
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Bring out your dead, bring out your dead, to the pyres bright and red.
      
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We've reached the end o' days, bring out your dead, bring out your dead!


[Kyплeт 2]
   
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To find me drunken friends I ran, for Spanish cost we sail begun.
   
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As soon as we set foot ashore, me throat felt swollen, dry and soar.
  
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I with an old physician met, fer a medical opinion get.
   
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He stared at me in stark dismay, said – Son you've got bubonic plague!

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Come next morning, the quack was dead, with pus-filled blisters on his head,
    
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But I felt stronger than before, and went out for the town explore.
    
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The streets with panicked men where filled, half the town in plague was killed.
  
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 flagellant procession yelled, repent or burn in hell!


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Bring out your dead, bring out your dead, from noble house and poor man's shed,
    
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The plague has come to town, bring out your dead, bring out your dead.
               
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Bring out your dead, bring out your dead, to the pyres bright and red.
      
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We've reached the end o' days, bring out your dead, bring out your dead!


[Kyплeт 3]
   
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We sailed up north to native land, fer London went our merry band.
      
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As we filled the taverns with our crew, I got a feel of déjà vu'.
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Like in every other town we'd been, since the day we lost McGuinn,
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People started turning pale, behind us now a deadly trail.

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Suddenly I saw all around, people dropping to the ground,
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Doctors clad in scary beaks, pushing barrows down the streets.
    
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Their rottening load of corpses grew, in all it was a horrid view.
     
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As a brazen bell the alleys rang, filled with dread I sang.


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Bring out your dead, bring out your dead, from noble house and poor man's shed,
    
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The plague has come to town, bring out your dead, bring out your dead.
               
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Bring out your dead, bring out your dead, to the pyres bright and red.
      
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We've reached the end o' days, bring out your dead, bring out your dead!


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Bring out your dead, bring out your dead, from noble house and poor man's shed,
    
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The plague has come to town, bring out your dead, bring out your dead.
               
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Bring out your dead, bring out your dead, to the pyres bright and red.
      
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We've reached the end o' days, bring out your dead, bring out your dead!


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Bring out your dead, bring out your dead, from noble house and poor man's shed,
    
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The plague has come to town, bring out your dead, bring out your dead.
               
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Bring out your dead, bring out your dead, to the pyres bright and red.
      
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We've reached the end o' days, bring out your dead, bring out your dead!
      
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We've reached the end o' days, bring out your dead!