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The sun comes up on the Spanish sea  our homeland far behind us
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Being hunted by the King's Navy it's sure he'd never find us
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Pull away me lads  O the Cardiff Rose and hoist the  Jolly Roger
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We brought her into the looward wind and made for the Caribbean
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For thoughts of what it might have been destroys a human being
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But thoughts about the Spanish gold and learning to desire it
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Can make a man so brash and bold he'll soon become a pirate
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Pull away me lads of the Cardiff  Rose and hoist the Jolly Roger
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Now a gleam came into the captain's eyes as he spied an English
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clipper
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She looks the perfect shape and size let's all aboard and strip her
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We fired a shot across her bow and eased ourselves beside her
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With our keel as close as she'd allow we swung from the deck to ride
her
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Pull away me lads of the Cardiff Rose and hoist the Jolly Roger
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Up she tumbles and starts to pitch  and signals for assistance
                                        G              A7
We tightened our hold another hitch and ended her resistance
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Now there's many a day  on the Spanish  sea I served aboard that
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raider

But we never did nothing more beautifully
         G           A7
Than the way that we belayed her
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Pull away me lads of the Cardiff Rose and hoist the Jolly Roger
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Her hold was hot as St Elmo's fire her chests were filled with
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treasure
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We took as much as we'd require then took more for our pleasure
     Dm
Now there's many a day on the Spanish Main
    G               Dm
But none I hold so  dear
                                 G           A7
As the happy day I first became a scurvy buccaneer
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Pull away me lads of the Cardif Rose and hoist the Jolly Roger