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lyrics: J. Morse © 1983 Sailed out of Barcelona, with letters in our hands In search of glittering gold and claims to distant lands With permission from the throne we sail across the seas Taking anything we please Fly the jolly roger with orders from the queen We'll send all her enemies to place they've never been They will never stop us, no matter how they try They'll try to sail away from our battle cry Because we're pirates of the marque, doing our duty Pirates of the marque, bringing home our booty Pirates of the marque, we'll drink a jug of rum And challenge all our enemies to come! Sailed off Caracas, and found a native tribe They tried to appease us with what they thought a priceless bribe But we won't let them get away until we've had our fill Of the terror we've been charged to instill Sailing 'cross the high seas on our way back to Spain A British ship attacked us, and we inflicted pain The Union Jack soon disappeared into the foamy brine There to lie until the end of time We're pirates of the marque, come to claim our prize Pirates of the marque, under orders from the wise Pirates of the marque, we'll drink a jug of rum And challenge all our enemies to come! Sailing through Gibraltar, preparing to make land But we'd been double-crossed! The queen had played her hand The Spanish fleet attacked, and through the strait we ran And taunted them, "Catch us if you can!" No more pirates of the marque, so we'll devise another duty Pirates, all alone, so we'll keep all our booty! Pirates, with no home, we'll drink a jug of rum And challenge all our enemies to come! |