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Haggis:
We're a band of vicious pirates!
Edward:
A sailinґ out to sea.
Bill:
When you hear our gentle singing...
Haggis:
You'll be sure to turn and flee!


Guybrush:
Oh, this is just ridiculous.


Guybrush:
Come on, men! We've got to recover that map!
Bill:
That pirate will be done for, when he falls into our trap!
Bill:
We're a club of tuneful rovers!
Haggis:
We can sing in every clef!
Edward:
We can even hit the high notes!
Haggis:
It's just too bad we're tone deaf!


All:
A pirate I was meant to be!
All:
Trim the sails and roam the sea!


Guybrush:
Let's go defeat that evil pirate!
Edward:
We know he's sure to lose, ґcause we know just where to fire at!


Edward:
We're thieving balladeers.
Haggis:
A gang of cutthroat mugs.
Bill:
To fight us off ye don't need guns!
Edward:
Just really good ear plugs!


All:
A pirate I was meant to be!
All:
Trim the sails and roam the sea!


Guybrush:
All right, crew, let's get to work!
Haggis:
Our vocation is a thing we love, a thing we'd never shirk.


Haggis:
We'll fight you in the harbor.
Bill:
We'll battle you on land.
Edward:
But when you meet singing pirates...
Guybrush:
They'll be more than you can stand.


Bill:
Ooooh! That was a good one!
Guybrush:
No, it wasn't.


Guybrush:
No time for song! We've got to move!
Bill:
The battle will be long, but our courage we will prove!


Bill:
We're a pack aґ scurvy sea dogs.
Haggis:
Have we pity? Not a dram!
Edward:
We all eat roasted garlic...
Haggis:
...then sing from the diaphragm!


All:
A pirate I was meant to be!
All:
Trim the sails and roam the sea!


Guybrush:
Less singing, more sailing.
Edward:
When we defeat our wicked foe, his ship he will be bailing!


Bill:
If ye try ta fight us...
Haggis:
...you will get a nasty whackinґ!
Edward:
If ya disrespect our singingґ...
Bill:
...we will feed ya to a kraken!


All:
A pirate I was meant to be!
All:
Trim the sails and roam the sea!


Guybrush:
Iґm getting so sick of you guys and your rhyming.
Haggis:
Weґre ready to set sail, through the cannons need a priming.


Edward:
We're troublesome corsairs!
Bill:
And we've come to steal your treasures!
Haggis:
We would shoot you on the downbeat...
Edward:
...but we have to rest five measures.


All:
A pirate I was meant to be!
All:
Trim the sails and roam the sea!


Guybrush:
Stop! Stop! Stop!
Bill:
The brass is what we'll polish and the deck is what we'll mop.


Guybrush:
You say you're nasty pirates...
Guybrush:
...scheming, thieving, bad bushwhackers?
Guybrush:
From what I've seen I tell you...
Guybrush:
...you're not pirates! You're just slackers!


All:
A pirate I was meant to be!
All:
Trim the sails and roam the sea!


Guybrush:
We'll surely avoid scurvy if we all eat an orange.
Haggis:
And...!
Haggis:
...um...
Bill:
Well...
Edward:
...err...
Bill:
Door hinge?
Edward:
No, no...
Bill:
Guess the song's over, then.
Haggis:
Guess so.
Edward:
Okay, back to work.
Guybrush:
Well gee. I feel a little guilty, now.

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