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Verse 1
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Smith was a Bristol man
And a rare old sort was he
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With his cutlass and his pistols,
He'd a noble crew of cut- throats
Who used to scour the sea
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A plunderin' and a robbin',
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He swore 'twas no concern',
He didn't give a herrin'
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Bout right or wrong or any holy show
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He swore that grabbin' booty
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Was Britain's foremost duty
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Wherever she could get it,
Verse 2
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Heave- ya ho, Heave- ya ho,
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He swore that grabbin' booty was
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Britain's foremost duty
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Wherever she could get it, heave- ya ho
Verse 3
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Smith had a noble soul
And lofty was his pride
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With his cutlass and his pistols,
He'd watch his beaten foe- men
Jump out into the tide
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Call ye beggars who had
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no where else to go
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And hanging from his lanyards
Swung Portuguese and Spaniards
And beaten Frenchmen
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Right along the blazin' story
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Shall allure in England's glory
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Pirate Smith of Bristol, heave- ya ho
Verse 4
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Heave- ya ho, Heave- ya ho,
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He swore that grabbin' booty was
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Britain's foremost duty
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Wherever she could get it,
Verse 5
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But accidents they happen even
to heroes such as he
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With his cutlass and his pistols,
He was standing on his capstan
as happy as could be
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Hoping soon to have an
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other prize in tow
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When a whistling Spanish bullet
Came and caught him in his gullet
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And very sad to say it laid him low
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He was only ninety- seven,
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But his soul has gone to heaven
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To rest on Nelson's bosom,
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Heave- ya ho, Heave- ya ho,
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He was only ninety seven
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But his soul has gone to Heaven
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To rest in Nelson's
bosom, heave- ya ho
Verse 6
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Heave- ya ho, Heave- ya ho,
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He swore that grabbin' booty
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Was Britain's foremost duty
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Wherever she could get it, heave- ya ho
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