Maroonbeard’s Gold

The crisp and clear November winds now blow a steady west,

Throw up the sail, clear off the deck, Jolly Roger do your best.

No longer in these foreign seas need strangers like we roam,

Yar, laddies put on yer Sunday best, for tonight we’re sailing home.


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