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Her name was «Sally the curse» she was the queen of the ocean
The biggest ship that I have ever seen
She was faster than the wind and higer than a mountain
And was steered by the devil’s own sons

They were forty-seven men of the most brave and drunken sailors
Who feared no storm, no rain, no huricane
Beware and be on the alert when their ship comes to your harbor
And the crew take walls of your town

Angels play on harps in heaven
And they drop their pants in hell
So tell me where would you go

So they hoisted their flag
And turned the rudder round
For to street their ship straight back to hell

Well robbed one hundred banks and one hundred cargo vessels
They capsized ever ship that crossed their way
They don’t fallow any rules they’re damned fuckin’ outlaws
And their captain’s the most wicked of them all

Well, they drunk the finest wine they’ve got tons of the best whiskey
Thousand barrels of portes and rum
They got cigars, They got gin, They got jewels, Gold and diamonds
And those diamonds shine as the sun

Angels play on harps in heaven
And they drop their pants in hell
So tell me where would you go

So they hoisted their flag
And turned the rudder round
For to street their ship straight back to hell

They have sailed from New-York via Cape Town to Australia
They have sailed round the whole fuckin’ world
They have been to hell and back and ride at anchor in heaven
And they’ve seen the prettiest girls of the world

And one day they’ll hang’em all for piracy and murder
Or they’ll shoot’em at the wall of your town
Then Hell open up it’s gates and the devil call for dinner
To welcome back his forty-seven sons


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