Are all the same to a Pirate bold,

Whose thoughts are fixed on Spanish gold."

'So one fine day I runs away

A Pirate for to be;

But I found there was never a Pirate left

On the coast of Caribbee.

'For Pirates go, but their next of kin

Are Merchant Captains, hard as sin,

And Merchant Mates as hard as nails

Aboard of every ship that sails.[Pg 31]

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'And I worked aloft and I worked below,

I worked wherever I had to go,

And the winds blew hard and the winds blew cold,

And I sez to meself as the ship she rolled,

'"O Caribbee! O Barbaree!

O shores of South Amerikee!

O, never go there: if the truth be told,

You'll get more kicks than Spanish gold."'

'And that's the truth, mate,' said Bill to Bunyip Bluegum. 'There ain't no pirates nowadays at sea, except western ocean First Mates, and many's the bootin' I've had for not takin' in the slack of the topsail halyards fast enough to suit their fancy. It's a hard life, the sea, and Sam here'll bear me out when I say that bein' hit on the head with a belayin' pin while 

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