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| OH, what a set of Vagabundos, | |
| Sons of Neptune, sons of Mars, | |
| Raked from todos otros mundos, | |
| Lascars, Gascons, Portsmouth tars, | |
| Prison mate and dock-yard fellow, | 5 |
| Blades to Meg and Molly dear, | |
| Off to capture Porto Bello | |
| Sailed with Morgan the Buccaneer! | |
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| Out they voyaged from Port Royal | |
| (Fathoms deep its ruins be, | 10 |
| Pier and convent, fortress loya, | |
| Sunk beneath the gaping sea; | |
| On the Spaniard’s beach they landed, | |
| Dead to pity, void of fear,— | |
| Round their blood-red flag embanded, | 15 |
| Led by Morgan the Buccaneer. | |
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| Dawn till dusk they stormed the castle, | |
| Beat the gates and gratings down; | |
| Then, with ruthless rout and wassail, | |
| Night and day they sacked the town, | 20 |
| Staved the bins its cellars boasted, | |
| Port and Lisbon, tier on tier, | |
| Quaffed to heart’s content, and toasted | |
| Harry Morgan the Buccaneer: | |
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| Stripped the church and monastery, | 25 |
| Racked the prior for his gold, | |
| With the traders’ wives made merry, | |
| Lipped the young and mocked the old, | |
| Diced for hapless señoritas | |
| (Sire and brother bound anear),— | 30 |
| Juanas, Lolas, Manuelitas, | |
| Cursing Morgan the Buccaneer. | |
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| Lust and rapine, flame and slaughter, | |
| Forayed with the Welshman grim: | |
| “Take my pesos, spare my daughter!” | 35 |
| “Ha! ha!” roared that devil’s limb, | |
| “These shall jingle in our pouches, | |
| She with us shall find good cheer.” | |
| “Lash the graybeard till he crouches!” | |
| Shouted Morgan the Buccaneer. | 40 |
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| Out again through reef and breaker, | |
| While the Spaniard moaned his fate, | |
| Back they voyaged to Jamaica, | |
| Flush with doubloons, coins of eight, | |
| Crosses wrung from Popish varlets, | 45 |
| Jewels torn from arm and ear,— | |
| Jesu! how the Jews and harlots | |
| Welcomed Morgan the Buccaneer! | |
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