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Mad Jack the Pirate Mad Jack the pirate, stood on the deck, an ol' nor'easter whipping his neck. his head filled with thoughts of warmth and wealth, as he slipped from the harbor with cunning and stealth. The trip went by fast, the men all knew their work, 'twas loyalty not whips, why they chose not to shirk. Mad Jack was a name, a bad reputation, the man and his job had little relation. For a mistake he had made, he sought a pardon, the injustice endured had caused him to harden. No lives e'er were lost, no blood ever shed, just a bad reputation filled others with dread. Now came the battle, the fire and smoke, dreams of great fortune caused them not to choke. "Polly want a cracker" the parrot would yell, and a cracker was loaded with a cannon shell. Before the fuse could be touched and the shot go off, before they could, at a wild shot scoff, "Mad Jack the Pirate" would be the battle cry, and fear caused all foes to lay down and not try. John Smith stopped there and put his pipe down, while the pub crowd just sat there in this quiet English town. "Just a story I heard from an old Indian tracker." The parrot on his shoulder said "Polly want a cracker". |
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