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The Pirate |
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A pirate washed upon the shore, |
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bedraggled, sore, and drenched, |
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so weak he couldn’t lift an arm |
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as crabs pinched at his flesh. |
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One day ago he was a king. |
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Men feared him ‘cross the sea – |
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a pirate known as much for pride |
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as for his endless greed. |
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That man had captured twenty ships. |
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He’d never known defeat. |
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At ports the singers knew his name; |
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at court they rued his deeds. |
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And then one day he glimpsed a craft |
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through his old telescope, |
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He could have fled or just stayed still. |
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He didn’t have to row. |
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This tory ship was on his turf, |
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he couldn’t lose control, |
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then no one would respect his name. |
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There’d be no stories told. |
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So onward rowed his pirate ship |
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against the tranquil sea. |
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Attack! Attack! Blow all the horns! |
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“Now gather arms ‘round me! |
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My name is Eric Gunderson. |
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The battles I have won |
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have made me rich beyond compare! |
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Now rich you will become!” |
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His men cheered loudly at his brag. |
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They rallied to his call, |
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and armed from toe to belt to teeth |
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stood ready for the brawl. |
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The distance ‘tween the barges shrank. |
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Both captains loaded guns. |
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At once the world falls deathly still. |
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Then silence comes undone! |
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The screams of dying men float up |
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amidst the blinding smoke. |
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The ocean roars as waves assail |
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the desperate tussling boats. |
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And time moves quick, yet stands so still |
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as sailors drown and die, |
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but soon the battle starts to turn. |
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A victor starts to rise. |
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It’s Eric, once again on top! |
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He claims his twenty-first! |
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He watches as his prize sinks down, |
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and booty is submersed. |
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His crew watch, too, with avarice, |
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they think about that gold – |
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So wet, and far below the sea… |
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And all of them turn bold. |
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So captain lies upon a beach |
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alone, and scarce alive. |
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He failed to steal the promised wealth, |
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and thus he took a dive. |
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Now Eric wakes, and looks about. |
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He smiles at his state. |
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That’s twenty-one, and he survived! |
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So doomed, but oh so great! |