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Away in the gutter In a mangy ol' shed Poor master Black Pete Lay down his vile head The drums are still ringing The poor pirate wakes He's flailing and fighting All down with the shakes I beg ye lord Jesus Look down from the sky And bring this poor retch 'Til morning is nigh A bottle of whiskey Or of rum if you may And save me from black cats While I wander astray The laden old sky Pissed down where he lay The last wretched pirate They left in the bay And save me from cutlass From drowning and axе But most from that bastard With the dueling sack From Letras Mania