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Captain Jack
Jack took a hat, blackened one eye. Tore his shirt, ripped off its sleeves. Shook his fist at the passers by. He’s the Terror of the High Seas. His mates they call him Captain Jack. His sister says he's a geek. He waves his sword, forth and back. He’s the Terror of the High Seas. At night he sleeps in a feather bed. Dreams of ships and pirate greed. No one can best him it's said. He’s the Terror of the High Seas. When Jenny Crawford cried hard in class, brought those bullies to their knees. No one will beat a tiny lass, says the Terror of the High Seas Tomorrow they sail for Trinidad. Loot and plunder the high seas. Steal from pirates who're very bad, and still be home in time for tea.
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