Sea Shantay:
And with this brand-new bottle, to separate the sea from shore, a land with so much giving, a sea that gives much more, alas a shiny penny, to buy a ravishing whore, to keep the spirit willing, to traverse the ocean floor.
Sea Shantay:
Hung by the coastal, mining ores for most of the day away, in the cave we lay, surviving day by day, to the ghost pirates we pray, the gold we mine is a toll, to get back to crystal shoal, lucky we have a goal, to get back to crystal shoal.
Sea Shantay:
In the sweltering summer we’ll find the gold, chivalry’s dead in pirates cove, come all Yee bilge rats, murderers that kill rats, some things won’t die, and we’ll never change that.
Sea Shantay:
I hope that this summer, you will find a new lover, one that will kill, one that won’t suffer, come early day, sneak out to the bay, one love for gold, die young of lives told.
Sea Shantay:
In the void of the ocean, there’s a noble man’s heart, between sky and sea, two worlds torn apart, crashing, swirling, never ending squalls, the sky strikes the sea, as waves slam and fall, the wreck be a mess, a cold slumber and a man put to rest, but his spirit lives on, deep in the dark.
Sea Shantay:
An old man drifts down the stream, He’s searching for a dream, the wind whispers and he sings, can you hear the bells ring, alone he dwells and thinks, his life is over it seems,
the sea was all he had, he now dwells upon the land, the musket fires with Iron-clad, he escaped and didn’t look back,
As he drifts, he sleeps with rags, he dreams of riches he never had, a fleet of ships with pirate flags,
He pulls the pistol from his swag, and now it’s looking really bad, he sheds a tear faced with death, pulls the hammer slowly back, he fired, and it all turned black.
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