"Hey, where am I?"
"You wanna know where you are?
In Port Royal!"
Hundred masts, thirty flags An
island in the gulf of Darien Sandglass,
bloody heart Flying high above the
scene
Marooners with loaded guns Are
still waiting at the quay A hungry
fleet from underworld Freedom is
the law they pray
Black strap, rum and gin Sexual
freedom all the way A rolling dice,
an ace of hearts One shall win and
one's to pay
Concord and freedom No need for
the holy writ Rebellions, non-servile
Spitting on religious hypocrites
Port Royal A cry of freedom on
the sea
When the Oxford hits the sea
Slave driver learns the Moses law
There is no chance, they can't escape
They hunt them down and eat'em raw
Gin Lane, New Providence It all
is now since a long time gone But
there are still descendants Port
Royal's spirit lives forever on
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