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57 lines
2.4 KiB
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{t: The Flying Dutchman}
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{a: The Jolly Rogers}
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[Dm][Dm]
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[Dm]The sky was grey and cloudy and the wind was from the west
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When we spied a battered frigate with her tattered sail full dressed
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[Gm]They signaled they had letters home they asked if we could take
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[Dm]They dropped 'em in a barrel they left bobbing in their wake
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[Dm]We reefed the sails and slowed the ship to fish the barrel out
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The old ship sailed to the distance and we saw her come about
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[Gm]The captain watched through a spyglass and we heard him catch his breath
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[Dm]And we saw the storm a-brewing had become a wall of death
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{soc}
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[A]Turn this ship around me boys, [G]turn around and run
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[A]This storm it wants a battle and it's [G]sure that we're outgunned
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[Dm]What of the ship that's [F]out there do we [G]leave her to the [A]gale?
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She's called the Flying Dutchman and it's wraiths that fills her sails.
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{eoc}
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The thunder growled like demons and the lightening stabbed the waves
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And the Dutchman she lept towards us riding fury from the graves
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Our captain he stayed at the wheel, the crew the manned the lines,
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And still that ship and storm were quickly closing in behind.
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Our ship we crest a giant wave and crash to the trough below
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The crew held on to what they could, they were damned if they let go.
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The rain and sea and storm winds crashed against our ship with wrath
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And from the deck of that cursed ship, we could hear them laugh
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{chorus}
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That was when we sighted land, it became a race wih time
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We believed it Santa Marta, the Dutchman closing in behind
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"Risk it all" the captain cried "it's the only chance we've got,
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Salvation if we make it and our souls if we get caught."
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The storm was all around us and the Dutchman cut our winds,
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The beast nearly capsized us, and we watched our strong mast bend
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We were almost to the harbour, we could see the natural break,
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And each man willed her forward, for they knew what was at stake
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{chorus}
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Once we charged into that harbour, the Dutchman heaved away
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And we heard their bitter screams, for the Devil lost his prey.
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Once we made it safely to the leeward of the bay,
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We cracked that barrel open to see what those letters say.
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There must've been a hundred and that's when we realized,
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Those moldy parchments were addressed to those who'd long since died.
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If you see a battered frigate 'neath a grey and stormy sky,
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Give way and watch mehind you, or you'll hear your captain cry:
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{chorus}
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