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Hundred masts, thirty flags
An island in the golf 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
Coricord and freedom
No need for the holy writ
Rebellious, 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'em 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
Port Royal
A cry of freedom on the sea
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