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For which nation do you steer , 'tis the life of a privateer Are you hero or rogue, pirate or demagogue You'll be hated, and loved, and feared Do the children all run from the threat of your guns Do the ladies all swoon, when your cannons go boom 'tis the life of a privateer To some you're a hero a-sailing the seas To others a monster driving men to their knees For pillage or plunder, or a hero's renown The reason you sail judged by the stamp of a crown In which ports do you find a welcoming kiss Which others welcome you with a cannonball's hiss When the battle begins, 'gainst whom do you dance Who signed your marque, Spain or England or France Forever your life is duplicity An enigma, a riddle, solved with a fee Just the swipe of a pen, and a stamped waxen seal Determines your fate, like the turn of a wheel Letras de canciones Either way your home is truly the sea From port to port, a bonnie lass on your knee For someday the winds of fortune may change And your enemy's crown, new marque may arrange x2 From Letras Mania