Captain Miller and his boys

Heard the lookout cry ahoy!

As they ran aground upon the bar of sand

And their hardy ship was broken

And their gunpowder was soakin’

And the situation soon got out of hand

When the storm had cast the crew upon this land

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”Twas just a little island

But he warned them all Be silent

He was wary for the safety of his crew

So they brought what they could carry

And he told them not to tarry

And bring those guns and ammunition too

Or we’ll wind up in a pickle and a stew

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Now, the natives, they were tribal

And they’d never seen the Bible

And they cared not but a fig for being kind

And they smelled the blood of others

Who were surely not their brothers

And they crept upon the crewmen from behind

With culinary motives on their mind

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So…