South Devon pirates buccanneers on the Panama coast
With a cargo of potatoes and Indian princes
But what they want the most
Is to fill that hold with spanish gold
And make proud their boast
That England will smile on their piracy while
They drink Elizabeth's toast
History book
History book
Let's take a look
At my history book
Everyday I used to skip to school
With my history book in my book bag lord
Everyday I used to skip to school
With my history book in my book bag...
What a crashin whata smashin whata magnin ona you fo mine
Yeah yeah hay
What a crashin whata smashin whata magnin ona you fo mine
Arab trades fly their weapons on the Africa shore
And hapless victums bound in chains on the galleon floor
That their blood may be spilled in the land of Brazil
And they'll see their hopes forlorn
History will be cruel as it uses this tool
To shame the new world more
History book
Ah History book
Let's take a look
At my history book
My history book
My history book
My history book
My history book
My history book
Writer(s): Robert Hingley
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