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letra de a final toast for oliver cromwell - ye banished privateers

listen up, alley scum, loiter-sacks, scurvy bums
’cause we’ve gathered in here this day
to the wake for a man who conquered the land
and then ruled with an iron hand

so i beg thee to stand, parting glass in your hand
’cause we buried him today
put away knife and fork, chew and swallow that pork
and, please, raise your glass and say

here’s to you, cromwell, may you burn in h-ll
in a hole dug just for you
where the king of lies poke you in your eyes
and put needles in your shoes
he can take a stick, shovе it up your pr-ck
and then brake it ‘cross his knee
worms will eat your guts, horsеs kick your nuts
it would be a sight to see

you’re a sh-t, lunatic, and a sick witless pr-ck
you’re the shart of the human race
but now you must dwell in alighieri’s h-ll
where you will share brutus place

we will dance, laugh, and sing, drink good ale, bells will ring
as the coffin makes your bed
so join with your mate, in the song, celebrate
’cause the b-st-rd’s finally dead
here’s to you cromwell, may the imps of h-ll
bring all nettles sprung in march
that would ever stand upon irish land
and then shove them up your -rs-
you’ll get mauled by bears for a thousand years
pass ten kidney stones a day
and if i as well am fated for h-ll
i would gladly join the—

here’s to you, cromwell, may you burn in h-ll
in a hole dug just for you
where the king of lies poke you in your eyes
and put needles in your shoes
you’ll get mauled by bears for a thousand years
pass ten kidney stones a day
and if i as well am fated for h-ll
i will gladly join the fray

- ye banished privateers

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