Artist: Ye Banished Privateers
[VERSE]
[Am]We have served many years under r[C]oyal de[G]cree
Crossed the o[Am]cean so v[F]ast to the n[G]ew colo[C]nies [E]
We've star[Am]vation endured, eaten [C]rations of [G]mold
And we s[Dm]laughtered our [Am]friends for a m[E]inimum [Am]sold
[VERSE]
Been discarded like t[Em]rash for a t[C]reaty with S[G]pain
No more w[Am]ork for us sa[F]ilors till w[G]ar comes a[C]gain [E]
In the r[Am]uins of Nassau, we ga[C]thered our st[G]rength
And f[Dm]ounded a fu[Am]ture and h[E]ome for our fr[Am]iends
[PRE-CHORUS]
[Am]But h[F]ere we a[G]re at g[C]allow's p[Am]oint
In W[G]oodes Rogers' ruse we've been c[Am]aught
To p[F]ardon acc[G]ept and get b[C]ack in the f[Am]old
Or be f[Dm]ed to the crows in a n[E]oose
[CHORUS]
B[Am]leed for Queen A[G]nne! St[Dm]arve for King G[Am]eorge!
We're tr[F]ampled and t[G]orn in this e[C]lephants da[E]nce
W[Am]e're taking the r[G]ope, for the s[Dm]ake of the c[Am]ode
So the f[F]ree folk of N[G]assau might s[Am]till stand a chance
[VERSE]
[Am]Oh we had a good run, with a c[C]utlass and g[G]un
I've earned m[Am]ost of my me[F]als sailing [G]on the ac[C]cord [E]
Our rep[Am]ublic fought back every E[C]nglish at[G]tack
As we g[Dm]athered a f[Am]leet sailing u[E]nder the bl[Am]ack
[PRE-CHORUS]
[Am]But n[F]ow we are sc[G]attered, di[C]vided and w[Am]eak
The [G]enemy wedged in our m[Am]idst
No f[F]orce or no fl[G]eet could have t[C]orn us ap[Am]art
Like K[Dm]ing George's grand cle[E]mency
[CHORUS]
B[Am]leed for Queen A[G]nne! St[Dm]arve for King G[Am]eorge!
We're tr[F]ampled and t[G]orn in this e[C]lephants da[E]nce
W[Am]e're taking the r[G]ope, for the s[Dm]ake of the c[Am]ode
So the f[F]ree folk of N[G]assau might s[Am]till stand a chance
[BRIDGE]
[Am]Oh I spit on your conditions, in fact I think I'll pass
[Am]Them terms won't do to wipe the shit out of me Irish ass
I'd rather d[G]ie a f[F]ree man, than live my l[G]ife a s[Am]lave
You take that b[Dm]loody pa[E]rdon, and you p[Dm]lant it on my g[E]rave
[Dm] [Bb] [F] [C] [A]
[Bridge spoken]
We are [Dm]born of the salt, we ch[Bb]ildren of the sea [F]
We d[C]on't bend our knees to [A]no king or c[Dm]ountry
So we h[Bb]oist the Jolly Roger, t[F]he colours of the f[C]ree [A] [Dm]
We are b[Dm]orn of the salt, we are ch[Bb]ildren of the sea
We d[F]on't bend our knees to no k[C]ing or cou[A]ntry
So we h[Dm]oist the Jolly Roger, the c[Bb]olours of the free
And [F]if we hit the gallows, that's the w[C]ay that it must [A]be
We are b[Dm]orn of the salt, we are ch[Bb]ildren of the sea
We d[F]on't bend our knees to no k[C]ing or cou[A]ntry
So we h[Dm]oist the Jolly Roger, the c[Bb]olours of the free
And [F]if we hit the gallows, that's the w[C]ay that it must [A]be
[CHORUS]
We'll not bl[Bm]eed for Queen A[A]nne! Sta[Em]rve for King Ge[Bm]orge!
We're tr[G]ampled and t[A]orn in this el[D]ephants d[F#]ance
We're t[Bm]aking the r[A]ope, for the s[Em]ake of the c[Bm]ode
So the f[G]ree folk of N[A]assau might s[Bm]till stand a c[A]hance
St[Em]arve for King G[Bm]eorge!
We're tr[G]ampled and t[A]orn in this el[D]ephants d[F#]ance
We're t[Bm]aking the r[A]ope, for the s[Em]ake of the c[Bm]ode
So the f[G]ree folk of N[A]assau might s[Bm]till stand a chance
[Am]We have served many years under r[C]oyal de[G]cree
Crossed the o[Am]cean so v[F]ast to the n[G]ew colo[C]nies [E]
We've star[Am]vation endured, eaten [C]rations of [G]mold
And we s[Dm]laughtered our [Am]friends for a m[E]inimum [Am]sold
[VERSE]
Been discarded like t[Em]rash for a t[C]reaty with S[G]pain
No more w[Am]ork for us sa[F]ilors till w[G]ar comes a[C]gain [E]
In the r[Am]uins of Nassau, we ga[C]thered our st[G]rength
And f[Dm]ounded a fu[Am]ture and h[E]ome for our fr[Am]iends
[PRE-CHORUS]
[Am]But h[F]ere we a[G]re at g[C]allow's p[Am]oint
In W[G]oodes Rogers' ruse we've been c[Am]aught
To p[F]ardon acc[G]ept and get b[C]ack in the f[Am]old
Or be f[Dm]ed to the crows in a n[E]oose
[CHORUS]
B[Am]leed for Queen A[G]nne! St[Dm]arve for King G[Am]eorge!
We're tr[F]ampled and t[G]orn in this e[C]lephants da[E]nce
W[Am]e're taking the r[G]ope, for the s[Dm]ake of the c[Am]ode
So the f[F]ree folk of N[G]assau might s[Am]till stand a chance
[VERSE]
[Am]Oh we had a good run, with a c[C]utlass and g[G]un
I've earned m[Am]ost of my me[F]als sailing [G]on the ac[C]cord [E]
Our rep[Am]ublic fought back every E[C]nglish at[G]tack
As we g[Dm]athered a f[Am]leet sailing u[E]nder the bl[Am]ack
[PRE-CHORUS]
[Am]But n[F]ow we are sc[G]attered, di[C]vided and w[Am]eak
The [G]enemy wedged in our m[Am]idst
No f[F]orce or no fl[G]eet could have t[C]orn us ap[Am]art
Like K[Dm]ing George's grand cle[E]mency
[CHORUS]
B[Am]leed for Queen A[G]nne! St[Dm]arve for King G[Am]eorge!
We're tr[F]ampled and t[G]orn in this e[C]lephants da[E]nce
W[Am]e're taking the r[G]ope, for the s[Dm]ake of the c[Am]ode
So the f[F]ree folk of N[G]assau might s[Am]till stand a chance
[BRIDGE]
[Am]Oh I spit on your conditions, in fact I think I'll pass
[Am]Them terms won't do to wipe the shit out of me Irish ass
I'd rather d[G]ie a f[F]ree man, than live my l[G]ife a s[Am]lave
You take that b[Dm]loody pa[E]rdon, and you p[Dm]lant it on my g[E]rave
[Dm] [Bb] [F] [C] [A]
[Bridge spoken]
We are [Dm]born of the salt, we ch[Bb]ildren of the sea [F]
We d[C]on't bend our knees to [A]no king or c[Dm]ountry
So we h[Bb]oist the Jolly Roger, t[F]he colours of the f[C]ree [A] [Dm]
We are b[Dm]orn of the salt, we are ch[Bb]ildren of the sea
We d[F]on't bend our knees to no k[C]ing or cou[A]ntry
So we h[Dm]oist the Jolly Roger, the c[Bb]olours of the free
And [F]if we hit the gallows, that's the w[C]ay that it must [A]be
We are b[Dm]orn of the salt, we are ch[Bb]ildren of the sea
We d[F]on't bend our knees to no k[C]ing or cou[A]ntry
So we h[Dm]oist the Jolly Roger, the c[Bb]olours of the free
And [F]if we hit the gallows, that's the w[C]ay that it must [A]be
[CHORUS]
We'll not bl[Bm]eed for Queen A[A]nne! Sta[Em]rve for King Ge[Bm]orge!
We're tr[G]ampled and t[A]orn in this el[D]ephants d[F#]ance
We're t[Bm]aking the r[A]ope, for the s[Em]ake of the c[Bm]ode
So the f[G]ree folk of N[A]assau might s[Bm]till stand a c[A]hance
St[Em]arve for King G[Bm]eorge!
We're tr[G]ampled and t[A]orn in this el[D]ephants d[F#]ance
We're t[Bm]aking the r[A]ope, for the s[Em]ake of the c[Bm]ode
So the f[G]ree folk of N[A]assau might s[Bm]till stand a chance
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