Letra de 'Roam' de Musical Blades

In the evening with me chores near done I heard me mother bold
Come along young kipper, yer food be getting cold
As I cleaned up for supper, I heard me pa cry out
A galleon pulled into port just now
And wondered what about

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Roam, me bully roam
Through the crashing of the sea
Fear not yon Davy Jones
Be brave me fine young kipper
Set out and make history
Till you again come sailing home

With me family lying fast asleep I tiptoed through the house
And out the door and down to the Warf to see what the fuss was about
She stood in all her glory, for all the world to see
Twelve guns, three mast, and man named Jack
Said boy would you like to see her

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He tipped his bottle to his mouth and offered me a sip.
With a smile said son, perhaps you're to young, a mans drink holds quite a kick.
I took the bottle from him, his words offended me
Begging your pardon, excuse me sir, I'm nearly seventeen.

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Wind blow a gust over the bow as we stepped onto the deck
The chill in the air dropped, I heard creaking of the ship
A vessel full of history I knew I'd never know
For me father'd be waiting with chores at home
And nare allow me to go

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And then the rum it hit me, just like a cannon ball
The ship rocked a bit, daring me to fall
My vision all went blurry, coordination quite a wreck
And I heard the laughter of Jack set in
As he pushed me to the deck

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I woke up to a mid-day sun on deck my first sea day
A vision of me mother, tears streaming down her face
Clutching at me pillow, father looking out to sea
Cursing the dreaded galleon ship
My boy was only fifteen

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