A-LAST-BREATH-DRAW
Sure like gunslingers in the street,
both barrels blazing Death you'll meet;
or you shall face him like a friend,
but Death will get you in THE END.
A PANTOMIME PYRATE
Lady I's a Long-John,
a Long-John-Silver ooh.
Yea lady I's a Long-John,
a Long-John just fo' you.
Girl I's a Long-John,
member of a motley-crew.
Pieces-of-eight, pieces-of-eight,
pieces-of-eight I got fo' you.
Yo ho ho and yo ho ho,
beach-brown eyes 'ave you.
Arrr lady I's a Long-John
whose eyes are ocean-blue.
Girl I's a Long-John,
come 'n' cruise wi' me.
I'll be yer sailor-boy,
you m' pretty-sailor-lady.
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