| Haggis: |
We're a band of vicious pirates! |
| Edward: |
A sailin´ out to sea. |
| Bill: |
When you hear our gentle singing... |
| Haggis: |
You'll be sure to turn and flee! |
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| Guybrush: |
Oh, this is just ridiculous. |
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| Guybrush: |
Come on, men! We've got to recover that map! |
| Bill: |
That pirate will be done for, when he falls into our trap! |
| Bill: |
We're a club of tuneful rovers! |
| Haggis: |
We can sing in every clef! |
| Edward: |
We can even hit the high notes! |
| Haggis: |
It's just too bad we're tone deaf! |
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| All: |
A pirate I was meant to be! |
| All: |
Trim the sails and roam the sea! |
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| Guybrush: |
Let's go defeat that evil pirate! |
| Edward: |
We know he's sure to lose, ´cause we know just where to fire at! |
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| Edward: |
We're thieving balladeers. |
| Haggis: |
A gang of cutthroat
mugs. |
| Bill: |
To fight us off ye don't need guns! |
| Edward: |
Just really good ear plugs! |
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| All: |
A pirate I was meant to be! |
| All: |
Trim the sails and roam the sea! |
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| Guybrush: |
All right, crew, let's get to work! |
| Haggis: |
Our vocation is a thing we love, a thing we'd never shirk. |
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| Haggis: |
We'll fight you in the harbor. |
| Bill: |
We'll battle you on land. |
| Edward: |
But when you meet singing pirates... |
| Guybrush: |
They'll be more than you can stand. |
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| Bill: |
Ooooh! That was a good one! |
| Guybrush: |
No, it wasn't. |
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| Guybrush: |
No time for song! We've got to move! |
| Bill: |
The battle will be long, but our courage we will prove! |
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| Bill: |
We're a pack a´ scurvy sea dogs. |
| Haggis: |
Have we pity? Not a dram! |
| Edward: |
We all eat roasted garlic... |
| Haggis: |
...then sing from the diaphragm! |
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| All: |
A pirate I was meant to be! |
| All: |
Trim the sails and roam the sea! |
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| Guybrush: |
Less singing, more sailing. |
| Edward: |
When we defeat our wicked foe, his ship he will be
bailing! |
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| Bill: |
If ye try ta fight us... |
| Haggis: |
...you will get a nasty whackin´! |
| Edward: |
If ya disrespect our singing´... |
| Bill: |
...we will feed ya to a kraken! |
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| All: |
A pirate I was meant to be! |
| All: |
Trim the sails and roam the sea! |
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| Guybrush: |
I´m getting so sick of you guys and your rhyming. |
| Haggis: |
We´re ready to set sail, through the cannons need
a priming. |
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| Edward: |
We're troublesome corsairs! |
| Bill: |
And we've come to steal your treasures! |
| Haggis: |
We would shoot you on the downbeat... |
| Edward: |
...but we have to rest five measures. |
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| All: |
A pirate I was meant to be! |
| All: |
Trim the sails and roam the sea! |
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| Guybrush: |
Stop! Stop! Stop! |
| Bill: |
The brass is what we'll polish and the deck is what we'll mop. |
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| Guybrush: |
You say you're nasty pirates... |
| Guybrush: |
...scheming, thieving, bad bushwhackers? |
| Guybrush: |
From what I've seen I tell you... |
| Guybrush: |
...you're not pirates! You're just slackers! |
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| All: |
A pirate I was meant to be! |
| All: |
Trim the sails and roam the sea! |
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| Guybrush: |
We'll surely avoid scurvy if we all eat an orange. |
| Haggis: |
And...! |
| Haggis: |
...um... |
| Bill: |
Well... |
| Edward: |
...err... |
| Bill: |
Door hinge? |
| Edward: |
No, no... |
| Bill: |
Guess the song's
over, then. |
| Haggis: |
Guess so. |
| Edward: |
Okay, back to work. |
| Guybrush: |
Well gee. I feel a little guilty, now. |