reaching up the Severn, bold and Bristol fashion
with a belly full of gold
icing for the ladies, rum to fill our bellies
to forget how we've been sold
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so we're bound, three and round
for board and food and rum
so we're bound, hunted down
pass around the rum
Longships round Maderia, jungle's out to leeward
rifles gleaming in our hold
we're peddlers to the market, best of British crafting
price another mortal soul
{chorus}
eyes to the horizon, we're sailing fo the sunset
don't be looking in our hold
cradled in the rigging, the nightmare's leave me screaming
all that's bought can be sold
{chorus}
we're drowning in hatred, we're ravaged by fear and greed
we're slaves to the monster, we feed
we don't have to take it, let's get off our knees
a little less hatred, if you please
if you please
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