Under the black

Fifteen men on a dead mans chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum 
Seven men left only  one came back 
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

INTRO  

Mast on the horizon, sails upon the sea, 
man of war is coming is it friend or enemy
Three days out of Nassau 90 barrels full of rum
Spanish gold and sugar from cane 
There's nowhere left to run  

Ships made with hemp and wood,  and  men with   iron and bone 
Under sail on a following sea, just trying to make it home
There's lightning in  the distance, looks like  a mighty blow
We'll be  Swinging from the yardarms if they catch us with this load

Tales are told of rum and gold, shiny stones in a bloody leather sack
The ocean plays for keeps, the deck is always stacked,   and the governor's noose is never slack
Trust no one, don't close your eyes , and always, always,  watch your back
Blood will be spilled   When you're sailing under the Black
Blood will be spilled when you're sailing under the Black

Flint and Veines and John they say can be seen on distant shores
On a moonless night when the stars are bright, you can hear the clash of swords
Blood on the sand, the blade and fire, with a dying oath he swore 
X marks the spot on a pirate's map only dead men know for sure

Under the Black

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