| The sun came up on the Spanish sea
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| Our homeland far behind us
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| Being junted by the King’s Navy
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| It’s sure he’d never find us
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| Pull away, me lads o' the Cardiff Rose
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| And hoist the Jolly Roger
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| We brought her into the looward wind
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| And made for the Caribbean
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| For thoughts of what it might have been
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| Destroys a human bein'
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| But thoughts about the Spaniards' gold
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| And learnin' to desire it
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| Can make a man so brash and bold
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| He’ll soon become a pirate
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| Pull away, me lads o' the Cardiff Rose
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| And hoist the Jolly Roger
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| Now a gleam came into the Captain’s eyes
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| As he spied an English clipper
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| «She looks the perfect shape and size
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| Let’s all aboard and strip her»
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| We fired a shot across her bow
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| And eased ourselves beside her
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| With our keels as close as she’d allow
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| We swung from the deck to ride her
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| Pull away, me lads o' the Cardiff Rose
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| And hoist the Jolly Roger
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| Up she stumbles and starts to pitch
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| And signals for assistance
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| We tightened our hold another hitch
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| And ended her resistance
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| Now there’s many a day on the Spanish sea
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| I served aboard that raider
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| But we never did nothing more beautifully
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| Than the way that we belayed her
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| Pull away, me lads o' the Cardiff Rose
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| And hoist the Jolly Roger
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| Her hold was hot as St. Elmo's fire
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| Her chests were filled with treasure
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| We took as much as we’d require
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| Then took more for our pleasure
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| Now there’s many a day on the Spanish Main
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| But none I hold so dear
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| As the happy day I first became
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| A scurvy buccaneer
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| Pull away, me lads o' the Cardiff Rose
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| And hoist the Jolly Roger |