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I remember one September |
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Taking arms up to the crown |
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Beaten up and broken down |
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And the maid that Connaught gave us |
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Who could save us from our shame |
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Grace O'Malley was her name |
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Granuaile the Pirate Queen |
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Flashing eyes so wild and green |
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I was only seventeen, boys |
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I'd no right to be |
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In Grace O'Malley's company |
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Her solution, retribution |
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Revolution in the air |
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Sailed we from the county Clare |
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Every galleon or battalion |
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Who bore the British crest |
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Sent them howling from the west |
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Granuaile the Pirate Queen |
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Flashing eyes so wild and green |
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I was only seventeen, boys |
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I'd no right to be |
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In Grace O'Malley's company |
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How we adored her even more sir |
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When the order came around |
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With an offer from the crown |
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Hike the stems boys, up the Thames boys |
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It's Gracie breath to breath |
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With the one Elizabeth |
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Granuaile the Pirate Queen |
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Flashing eyes so wild and green |
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I was only seventeen, boys |
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I'd no right to be |
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In Grace O'Malley's company |
