Lyrics Libertalia - Ye Banished Privateers
There′s
a
tattooed
man
with
a
cut
off
hand,
Got
tales
to
tell
from
a
faraway
land,
Without
both
king
and
noble
man,
In
the
grand
Libery
Town
A
free
port
where
you'll
never
see,
No
royal
laws,
authority,
Where
speech
is
free
and
so
shall
be,
In
the
grand
Libery
Town.
If
you
enter
the
docks
by
the
smugglers
stairs,
There
be
a
ship
that
will
take
you
there,
Fortune
or
rank
won′t
matter
here,
In
the
grand
Libery
Town
Land
of
the
free,
Liberta–a–li-a
Governed
by
the
people
of
the...
Land
of
the
free,
Liberta–a–li-a
Governed
by
the
people
of
the
sea.
The
harlot
sits
on
the
high
seat
throne,
The
slave
in
robes
with
a
golden
crown
The
noble
man
wears
a
jester's
cap,
In
the
grand
Libery
Town.
The
hinges
are
stolen
from
the
prison
door,
The
gallows
are
lacking
rope
and
more,
The
Hangman
is
armed
with
a
rotten
oar,
In
the
grand
Libery
Town.
Land
of
the
free,
Liberta–a–li-a
Governed
by
the
people
of
the...
Land
of
the
free,
Liberta–a–li-a
Governed
by
the
people
of
the
sea.
You
don't
have
to
be
slaves
anymore!
Lose
the
Yard
Arm
foremast
men
Leave
that
papal
cross
in
the
dirt!
Throw
yer
beggar
bowl!
Stop
dancing
to
the
music
of
your
chains!
Bid
defiance
to
the
powers
of
Europe
that
wallow
in
luxury
at
yer
dispense!
Equality
is
trodden
underfoot!
I
bid
you
to
lawfully
make
war
on
all
the
world!
What′s
mine
is
yours
and
yours
is
mine,
Sharing
gold
and
bread
and
wine,
No
locked
doors
or
greedy
swines,
In
the
grand
Libery
Town.
Land
of
the
free,
Liberta–a–li-a
Governed
by
the
people
of
the...
Land
of
the
free,
Liberta–a–li-a
Governed
by
the
people
of
the...
Land
of
the
free,
Liberta–a–li-a!
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