Hundred masts, thirty flags An Island in the golf of Darien Sandglas, bloody heart Flying high above the scene
Marooners with loaded guns Are still waiting at the quay A hungry fleet from underworld 'Freedom' is the law they pray
'Black Strap', rum and Gin Sexual freedom all the way A rolling dice, an ace of hearts One shall win and one's to pay
Concord and freedom No need for the holy writ Rebellions, non-servile Spitting on religious hypocrites
Port Royal A cry of freedom on the sea
When the 'Oxford' hits the sea Slave driver learns the moses law There is no chance, they can't escape They hunt them down and eat'em raw
Gin Lane, New Providence It all is now since a long time gone But there are still descendants Port Royal's spirit lives forever on
Port Royal A cry of freedom on the sea Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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