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The old buccaneer was a grumpy old salt
Who sat on the pier with a bottle of malt
Dreaming of all the adventures he'd had
And saying: "Not much good, but plenty of bad."

He's sailed on the ocean, he'd sailed on the sea
He'd sailed on the river just five miles from me
He'd fought both with pirates and all the King's men
Then gone back to sea to do it all again

He'd a wife in New Orleans and in Biscay Bay
And two in Toulouse, both with kids on the way
He'd a mistress in Cairo who loved him so much
Because he's from Holland she'd learned to speak Dutch

"Ah me, what a life," he sighed as he sat
There on the pier with his scrawny old cat
He picked up his bottle and said "Down the hatch."
Then lit up his pipe with his only dry match