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Blackbeard's Song

Do you know all the lyrics to Blackbeard's song from Horrible Histories? Fill in the blanks to see If the chorus or Blackbeard repeat lyrics they are omitted.
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Last updated: July 22, 2020
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Lyrics
When I was a nipper
I boarded a clipper
Sailed the seas as goods importer, oh
Edward Teach was my name
But I earned my fame
As Blackbeard the pirate of the water, oh
Was a jolly chap
All gave my crew good quarter, oh
With a jonty cap
But I'm best known for
Blood and guts and gore
And a vicious reign of murdering and slaughter
Left my home in Bristol
With my sword and pistol
Gave a found farewell to ol' Blightly oh
What my enemies feared
Was my thick black beard
Which I always enjoyed setting light to, oh
Once I had a thing for a captive's lovely ring
That shone like a jewel in the nighty, oh
When the man said no
I just said oh
And chopped of his hand and said "Rightio"
Oh, I loved to sail the ocean
With my flag that inspired emotion
Lyrics
With its smiling pile of skull and bones
Smashing hearts with a violent stabbing motion
And I loved to escape detection
And to win my crew's affection
Which was nothing to do
With the 12 guns he wore
On his belt that were for protection
I was awfully nice
But I had the old vice
That occasionally caused a commotion
The thing that he'd do
Was shoot members of his crew
If they didn't show enough devotion
Once when very irate
I shot my first mate
Israel Hands for a bit of pleasure
Then as my debts grew
Killed half of my crew
To increase my share of the treasure
Was doing well then, seemed to run out of men
My captive's boarded at their leisure
Smote me dead
Then cut of my head
And displaced on my mast for good measure
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