Buccaneers of Hispaniola

Of the sight of me the Spaniards must be seasick to the molar
 I plunder treasure galleons off the shores of Hispaniola
 And if a ship done caught my eye, I went ahead and stole 'er
 L'Ollonnais, Chevalier; everybody fears
 They roasted men like manatee and washed them down with tears
 But I am the cruellest of all Buccaneers
 Lily livered land lubbers, I put them to the cutlass
 The greatest seafarers of lore
 Wished they'd stayed ashore
 And studied the atlas
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 We are the Buccaneers of Hispaniola
 Buccaneers of Hispaniola
 Tighten up that woolding rope 'til your eye pops out of its socket
 Hang you upside down and take whatever comes out of your pocket
 Slice you nice and thin so you fit in your widow's locket
 I took on the bravest of the brave and gutted them gutless
 My one man relentless pursuit
 Of booty and loot
 Put the Caribbean on the atlas
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 We are the Buccaneers of Hispaniola
 Buccaneers of Hispaniola
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