Your Love Don't Hurt No More
de Louis Theron
Once a privateer
In service to the queen
He raided and he plundered
An outlaw of the sea
He armed a merchant ship
That he captured from the french
She then became
Queen Anne's revenge
He tied his beard in ribbons
Lit his hair up for a fight
A pirate like no other
An intimidating sight
Just to hear his name
Caused men to be afraid
To cross his sword would mean an early grave
Blackbeard, Blackbeard, terror of the sea!
You made your mark in history
Blackbeard, Blackbeard, raise your colours high!
This is the day that you die
In a bloody battle
Off the coast of carolin'
He took five musket shots
And the sword twenty times
He gave it all he had
Up to the bitter end
Then the royal navy took his head
Blackbeard, Blackbeard, terror of the sea!
You made your mark in history
Blackbeard, Blackbeard, raise your colours high!
This is the day that you die
Blackbeard, Blackbeard, terror of the sea!
You made your mark in history
Blackbeard, Blackbeard, raise your colours high!
This is the day that you die
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