Haggis : We're a band of vicious pirates
Edvard : A-sailin' out to sea!
Bill : When you hear our gentle singing...
Haggis : You´ll be sure to turn and flee!

Guybrush: Oh, this is just ridiculous.

Guybrush: Come on, men! We've got to recover that map!
Bill : That pirate will be done for, when he falls into our trap!

Bill : We're a club of tuneful rovers
Haggis : We can sing in every clef!
Edvard : We can even hit the high notes!
Haggis : It's just too bad we're tone deaf!

A PIRATE I WAS MEANT TO BE!
TRIM THE SAILS AND ROAM THE SEA!

Guybrush: Let's go defeat that evil pirate!
Edvard : We know he's sure to lose, 'cause we know just where to fire at!

Edvard : We're thieving balladeers.
Haggis : A gang of cutthroat mugs.
Bill : To fight us off ye don't need guns!
Edvard : Just really good ear-plugs!

A PIRATE I WAS MEANT TO BE!
TRIM THE SAILS AND ROAM THE SEA!

Guybrush: All right, crew, let's get to work!
Haggis : Our vocation is a thing we love, a thing we'd never shirk.

Haggis : We'll fight you in the harbor.
Bill : We'll battle you on land.
Edvard : But when you meet singing pirates...
Guybrush: They'll be more than you can stand.

Bill : Ooooh! That was a good one!
Guybrush: No, it wasn't.

Guybrush: No time for song! We've got to move!
Bill : The battle will be long, but our courage we will prove!

Bill : We're a pack a' scurvy sea-dogs.
Haggis : Have we pity? Not a dram!
Edvard : We all eat roasted garlic...
Haggis : ...then sing from the diaphragm!

A PIRATE I WAS MEANT TO BE!
TRIM THE SAILS AND ROAM THE SEA!

Guybrush: Less singing, more sailing.
Edvard : When we defeat our wicked foe, his ship he will be bailing!

Bill : If ye try ta fight us...
Haggis : ...you will get a nasty whackin'!
Edvard : If ya disrespect our singin'...
Bill : ...we will feed ya to a kraken!

A PIRATE I WAS MEANT TO BE!
TRIM THE SAILS AND ROAM THE SEA!

Guybrush: I'm getting so sick of you guys and your rhyming.
Haggis : We're ready to set sail, though the cannons need a-priming.

Edvard : We're troublesome corsairs!
Bill : And we've come to steal your treasures!
Haggis : We would shoot you on the downbeat...
Edvard : ...but we've gotta rest five measures.

A PIRATE I WAS MEANT TO BE!
TRIM THE SAILS AND ROAM THE SEA!

Guybrush: Stop! Stop! Stop!
Bill : The brass is what we'll polish and the deck is what we'll mop.

Guybrush: You say you're nasty pirates...
...scheming, thieving, bad bushwhackers?
From what I've seen I tell you...
...you're not pirates! You're just slackers!

A PIRATE I WAS MEANT TO BE!
TRIM THE SAILS AND ROAM THE SEA!

Guybrush: We'll surely avoid scurvy if we all eat an orange.
Haggis : And...!
Haggis : ...um...
Bill : Well...
Edvard : ...err...
Bill : Door hinge?
Edvard : No, no...
Bill : Guess the song's over, then.
Haggis : Guess so.
Edvard : Okay, back to work.
Guybrush: Well gee. I feel a little guilty, now.

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