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The Best of the Original Dubliners: DISC 3,
Double Dubliners,
Smith was a Bristol man and a rare old sort was he
With his cutlass and his pistols heave-ye-ho.
With a noble crew of cut-throats he used to scour the sea,
A-plundering and a-robbing high and low.
He swore `twas no concern, he didn`t give a herrin`
About right or wrong or any Holy Joe.
He swore that grabbing booty was Britain`s foremost duty
Wherever she could get it heave-ye-ho.
Heave-ye-ho, Heave-ye-ho.
He swore that grabbing booty was Britain`s foremost duty
Wherever she could get it. Heave-ye-ho.
Smith had a noble soul and lofty was his pride
With his cutlass and his pistols heave-ye-ho.
He`d watch his beaten foe-men jump out into the tide
Call ”You beggars you have nowhere else to go.”
And hanging from his lanyards where Poruoguese and Spaniards
And beaten Frenchmen jumping to and fro
Right along the blazing story shone illumed in England`s glory
Pirate Smith of Bristol Heave-ye-ho
Heave-ye-ho, Heave-ye-ho.
He swore that grabbing booty was Britain`s foremost duty
Wherever she could get it. Heave-ye-ho.
But accidents will happen even to heroes such as he
With his cutlass and his pistols heave-ye-ho.
He was standing at his capstan as happy as could be
Hoping soon to have another prize in tow
When a whistling Spanish bullet came and caught him in the gullet
And, very sad to say it laid him low.
He was only ninety-seven but his soul has gone to heaven
To rest on Nelson`s bosom heave-ye-ho.
Heave-ye-ho, Heave-ye-ho.
He swore that grabbing booty was Britain`s foremost duty
Wherever she could get it. Heave-ye-ho.
Heave-ye-ho, Heave-ye-ho.
He swore that grabbing booty was Britain`s foremost duty
Wherever she could get it. Heave-ye-ho.
