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Squire Trelawny and Dr. Livesay having asked me, Jim Hawkins, |
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to tell everybody the whole tale about the 'Island', |
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Flint's treasure and Mr. Silver. |
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Keeping nothing back but its position and that only, |
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because the major part of the treasure has not been lifted yet. |
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I personally think we would never have begun this adventure |
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and set course with the 'Hispaniola', if we had known |
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what would happen and that some of us would never return, |
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having lost their lives. Sometimes the whole story haunts dreams |
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and brings me the worst nightmares I ever had. |
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That's when I hear the cries of the fallen, |
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the waves pounding the rocks on the coast and Captain Flint's |
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raw voice screaming: 'Pieces of eight! Pieces of eight! Hahahah!'. |
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And I tell you, no oxen and wain ropes will ever take me |
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back to 'Treasure Island'!!! |
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Mr. Bones is fighting 'Black Dog' |
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He want to split him to the chine |
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'Blind Pew' the bringer of the spot |
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Horse-hooves trampling his spine |
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We have the map to start our trip |
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The 'Squire' has the ship and the sailors |
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'Long John' is the man with the grip |
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No one knows he will raid us |
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The yell of the slain |
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The waves on the rocks |
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Captain Flint's raising hell |
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He's calling my name |
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To drive me insane |
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Treasure Island |
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Where the brave fell |
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A one-legged devil |
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From the pit of hell |
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A greedy demon on his treasury |
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Cursed the island, oh, eternally |
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'Long John' is spreading his law |
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Hatching a death bringing plot |
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I show up in a council of war |
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What I heard in the barrel from this toad |
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The yell of the slain |
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The waves on the rocks |
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Captain Flint's raising hell |
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He's calling my name |
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To drive me insane |
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But I'll never return to |
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Treasure Island |
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Where the brave fell |
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A one-legged devil |
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From the pit of hell |
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A greedy demon on his treasury |
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Cursed the island, oh, eternally |
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We see the land, shining sand |
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But it can be our grave |
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I jump the boat, overload |
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Trying to be too brave |
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Burning sun, find 'Ben Gunn' |
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Assassins claim the ship |
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I cut the rope, I try to cope |
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To free it from 'Hand's' grip |
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Bulling row, cannon law |
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The jolly-boats last trip |
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Killing tried, stockade fight |
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'Silver's' villains quit |
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Abandonment, to 'Silver's' hand |
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A cunning pack is made |
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Trick or treat, make scoundrels |
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Bleed, their dullness will be paid |
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I stumble to the stockade |
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The sweat drips form my brow |
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No one keeps a lockout, oh no! |
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The rabble owns it now |
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'Silver' tries to shield me |
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The 'Black spot' comes again |
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He throws the map onto the ground |
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He plays a tricky game |
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Pickaxe, rope and shovel |
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The dead-man marks the way |
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No chest, no gold, no silver |
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2 guineas is their pay |
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Musket cracks like thunder |
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The blood is running red |
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'Ben Gunn' kept the treasure |
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From beginning to end |
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When we put back to the sea |
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'Silver's' chains are doubly tight |
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'Long John' and his counterfeit key |
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Sidle away through the night |
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The yell of the slain |
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The waves on the rocks |
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Captain Flint's raising hell |
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He's calling my name |
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To drive me insane |
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But I'll never return to |
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Treasure Island |
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Where the brave fell |
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A one-legged devil |
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From the pit of hell |
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A greedy demon on his treasury |
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Cursed the island, oh, eternally |
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Treasure Island |
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Where the brave fell |
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A one-legged devil |
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From the pit of hell |
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A greedy demon on his treasury |
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Cursed the island, oh, eternally |
