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Across the stormy southern seas
We trim the sails to catch the breeze
Cook is in the galley
Charlie up the rigging
Look out! The crazy cockatoo cries
Aarghh! Aarghh! around he flies
And in the air before your eyes
His Captain Pirate Pete he spies
Ahoy for gold and glory
Shout a hearty cheer
For Pirate Pete and Charlie
And the crew of 'The Buccaneer'
We loves to fill our treasure chests
With booty of the very best
A golden cup, a priceless ring,
For treasure's what we need
Remember, if we finds a map
We'll follow it through shifting sands
Stormy seas and pirate gangs
We'll be the first to find the land
Ahoy for gold and glory
And shout a hearty cheer
For Pirate Pete and Charlie
And the crew of 'The Buccaneer'
The Captain and his merry team
With smelly, smelly trepary
They didn't smell like roses
They had to hold their noses!
On and on they sailed for days
And reached Port Starfish in a haze
Where all the trepary was sold
And Pirate Pete had traded gold!
Ahoy for gold and glory
And shout a hearty cheer
For Pirate Pete and Charlie
And the crew of 'The Buccaneer'
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