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Now For The Pirates' Lair - Martyn Green/Darrell Fancourt/Donald Harris
Now for the pirates' lair
Oh joy unbounded
Oh sweet relief
Oh rapture unexampled
At last I may atone
In some slight measure
For the repeated acts of theft and pillage
Which at a sense of duty's stern dictation
I circumstance's victim have been guilty
Young Frederic
Who calls
Your late commander
And I your little Ruth
Oh mad intruders
How dare ye face me
Know ye not oh rash ones
That I have doomed you
To extermination
Have mercy on us
Hear us ere you slaughter
I do not think I ought to listen to you
Yet mercy should alloy
Our stern resentment
And so I will be merciful say on
