Sometimes in the light at the edge of the world Is the ghost of a ship with its black sail furled And night after night she would stand on the shore And dream of the love that she knew before The tide rolls out, the tide rolls in Without a thought for the ways of men We set sail for the Western Main To rob the ships of the Queen of Spain And she would be his pirates bride She gave him the pistol and the sword at his side The tide rolls out, the tide rolls in Without a care for the ways of men Id give three ships of Spanish gold To see my love again Full fathom five my true love lies In a fine wooden casket with gold on his eyes Where is the glory and where is the pride? Where is the joy for the pirates bride? The tide rolls out, the tide rolls in Without a care for the ways of men Here in the light at the edge of the world Hed wait for a ship with its black sail furled And day after day he would stand on the shore And dream of the life that they knew before The tide rolls out, the tide rolls in Without a care for the ways of men Id give three ships of Spanish gold To see my love again
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