Bring Out your Dead Ye Banished Privateers

[Chorus]
Bring out your dead, bring out your dead, from noble house and poor man’s shed,
The plague has come to town, bring out your dead, bring out your dead.
Bring out your dead, bring out your dead, to the pyres bright and red.
We’ve reached the end of days, bring out your dead, bring out your dead!

[Verse 1]
After seven months at sea, round cape horn with ivory,
We reached the british piers at the old port of tangier.
I went out to celebrate, with me Captain and first mate,
We met with many wenches, gypsy girls and pretty Frenchies.

[Pre-Chorus 1]
A pretty lass and her sister, had a rash with nasty blisters,
But I’ve had me share of shy afflictions, for lassies be me one addiction.
One thing to another led, I fell asleep upon their bed,
But woke next day with two dead whores and screams outside me door.

[Chorus]
Bring out your dead, bring out your dead, from noble house and poor man’s shed,
The plague has come to town, bring out your dead, bring out your dead.
Bring out your dead, bring out your dead, to the pyres bright and red.
We’ve reached the end of days, bring out your dead, bring out your dead!

[Riff]