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  • Текст песни Horrible Histories - Blackbeard's Song

    Исполнитель: Horrible Histories
    Название песни: Blackbeard's Song
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    When I was a nipper
    I boarded a clipper
    Sailed the seas as a goods importer, oh!

    Edward Teach is my name
    But I earned my fame
    As Blackbeard the pirate of the water, oh!

    Was a jolly chap
    With a jaunty cap
    Always gave my crew good quarter, oh!
    But I'm best known for
    Blood and guts and gore
    And a vicious reign of murdering and slaughter, oh!

    Best known for
    Blood and guts and gore
    And a vicious reign of murdering and slaughter, oh!

    Left my home in Bristol
    With a sword and pistol
    Bid a fond farewell
    To old Blighty, oh!

    What my enemies feared
    Was my thick, black beard
    Which I always enjoyed
    Setting light to, oh!

    Once I had a thing
    For a captive's lovely ring
    That shone like a jewel in the nighty, oh!
    When the man said no
    I just said 'Oh! '
    And chopped off his hand and said 'Rightio! '

    Man said no
    He said 'Oh! '
    Chopped off his hand and said 'Rightio! '

    Oh, I love to sail the ocean
    With my flag that inspired emotion
    With it's smiling pile of skull and bones
    Smashing hearts with a violent stabbing motion

    And I love to escape detection
    And to win my crew's affection
    Which was nothing to do with the twelve guns he wore
    On his belt that were for protection

    I was awfully nice
    But I had the odd vice
    Which occasionally caused a commotion
    The thing that I'd do
    Was shoot members of my crew
    If they didn't show enough devotion

    The thing he'd do
    Was shoot members of the crew
    If they didn't show enough devotion

    Once when very irate
    I shot my first mate, Israel Hans
    For a bit of pleasure, oh!
    And when my debt's grew
    Killed half of my crew
    To increase my share of the treasure, oh!

    Was doing well then
    Seemed to run out of men
    My captives boarded at their leisure, oh!
    Smoted me dead
    Then cut off my head
    And displayed it on my mast for good measure, oh!

    Smoted him dead
    Chopped off his head
    Displayed it on the mast for good measure, oh!

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