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letra de smith of bristol - the dubliners

smith was a bristol man and a rare old sort was he
with his cutlass and his pistols, heave-ya ho
he’d a n0ble crew of cut-throats who used to scour the sea
a plunderin’ and a robbin’, high and low
he swore ’twas no concern’, he didn’t give a herrin’
bout right or wrong or any holy show
he swore that grabbin’ booty was britain’s foremost duty
wherever she could get it, heave-ya ho

heave-ya ho, heave-ya ho
he swore that grabbin’ booty was britain’s foremost duty
wherever she could get it, heave-ya ho
smith had a n0ble soul and lofty was his pridе
with his cutlass and his pistols, heave-ya ho
he’d watch his bеaten foe-men jump out into the tide
call ye beggars who had no where else to go
and hanging from his lanyards swung portuguese and spaniards
and beaten frenchmen jumping to and fro
right along the blazin’ story shall allure in england’s glory
pirate smith of bristol, heave-ya ho

heave-ya ho, heave-ya ho
he swore that grabbin’ booty was britain’s foremost duty
wherever she could get it, heave-ya ho

but accidents they happen even to heroes such as he
with his cutlass and his pistols, heave-ya ho
he was standing on his capstan as happy as could be
hoping soon to have another prize in tow
when a whistling spanish bullet
came and caught him in his gullet
and very sad to say it laid him low
he was only ninety-seven
but his soul has gone to heaven
to rest on nelson’s bosom, heave-ya ho
heave-ya ho, heave-ya ho
he was only ninety seven
but his soul has gone to heaven
to rest in nelson’s bosom, heave-ya ho
heave-ya ho, heave-ya ho
he swore that grabbin’ booty was britain’s foremost duty
wherever she could get it, heave-ya ho

- the dubliners

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