Oh, Better Far to Live and Die

Oh, better far to live and die
 Under the brave black flag I fly
 Than play a sanctimonious part
 With a pirate head and a pirate heart
 Away to the cheating world go you
 Where pirates all are well-to-do
 But I'll be true to the song I sing
 And live and die a Pirate King
 For I am a Pirate King!
 And it is, it is a glorious thing
 To be a Pirate King
 I am a Pirate King!
 You are!
 Hurrah for the Pirate King!
 And it is, it is a glorious thing
 To be a Pirate King
 It is!
 Hurrah for the Pirate King!
 Hurrah for the Pirate King!
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 For he is a Pirate King!
 He is!
 Hurrah for the Pirate King!
 And it is, it is a glorious thing
 To be a Pirate King
 It is!
 Hurrah for the Pirate King!
 Hurrah for the Pirate King!
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 When I sally forth to seek my prey
 I help myself in a royal way
 I sink a few more ships, it's true
 Than a well-bred monarch ought to do
 But many a king on a first-class throne
 If he wants to call his crown his own
 Must manage somehow to get through
 More dirty work than ever I do
 For I am a Pirate King!
 And it is, it is a glorious thing
 To be a Pirate King!
 I am a Pirate King!
 You are!
 Hurrah for the Pirate King!
 And it is, it is a glorious thing
 To be a Pirate King
 It is!
 Hurrah for the Pirate King!
 Hurrah for the Pirate
 Ha, ha, ha ha, ha, -irate
 King!
 Away!
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 Frederic, oh, take me with you
 I cannot live if I am left behind
 Ruth, I'll be quite candid with you
 You're very dear to me, as you know
 But I must be circumspect
 You see, well, you're considerably older than I am
 And a lad of twenty-one usually looks for a wife of seventeen
 A wife of seventeen, you will find me a wife of a thousand!
 No, I shall find you a wife of forty-seven
 And that is quite enough
 Ruth, tell me candidly and without reserve
 Compared with other women, are you beautiful?
 I have been told so, dear master!
 But lately?
 Oh no, years and years ago
 Well, what do you think of yourself?
 It is a delicate question to answer
 But I think I am a fine woman
 Thank you, Ruth
 I believe you, for I know you would not practice upon my inexperience
 I wish to do the right thing, and if you're truly a fine woman
 Well then your age shall be no obstacle to our union!
 (Climbing over rocky mountains)
 Hark, surely I hear voices!
 (Skipping rivulet and fountain)
 Who has dared to approach our all but inaccessible lair?
 (Passing where the willows quiver)
 Can it be the Coast Guard?
 (Passing where the willows quiver by the ever-rolling river)
 No, it does not sound like the Coast Guard
 (Swollen with the summer rain, the summer rain)
 Confusion! It is the voices of young girls
 (Threading long and leafy mazes)
 If he should see them, I am lost!
 (Dotted with unnumbered daisies)
 By all that is marvelous, a bevy of beautiful young maidens!
 (Dotted, dotted with unnumbered daisies)
 Lost, lost, lost!
 (Scaling rough and rugged passes)
 How lovely, how surpassing lovely is the plainest of them!
 (Climb the hardy little lasses)
 What grace, what delicacy
 (Til' the bright seashore they gain)
 What refinement
 (Scaling rough and rugged passes climb the hardy little lasses)
 And Ruth, she told me she was beautiful
 (Til' the bright seashore they gain)