Mine name are Long John Silver,
Was treasure I did want,
With Hawkins I did adventures,
With my crew I did bond.
Me goed to the ol’ Spy-glass,
Lookin’ for some old gold,
Me was lyin’ there in Bristol,
I would search, hot and cold.
Pieces of eight me looked for,
And me loved to drink rum,
Yet my spirit abated,
And me’s voyage was done.
With Smollett, altercation,
Oh, that was a furious fight!
With Cap’n Flint on shoulder,
Me did search on day and night.
Now, me is home in Bristol,
With only some treasure in sight,
I remember days of olden,
Those tall trees in the night,
We’d drink some rum together,
And come the light of day,
We would continue searching,
But now, me’s haste is gone away.
Oh, me realized it’s doleful,
To have everything in sight,
Because of all those seamen,
With whom me did all fight.
For it’s fine to haves what you haves,
Whether you is big or small,
I’m sorry to you seamen,
Me did fight with you all.
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