The Desert - Nancy the Tavern Wench

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Verse 1
I know of a tavern not far from here
Where you can get some mighty fine beer
The company's true and the wenches are pretty
It's the greatest damn place in the whole of the city
If you're looking for crewmates, you'll sure find 'em there
Cutthroats and lowlifes and worse I should dare
Ol' Nancy don't care who comes to her inn
It's a den of debauchery, violence and sin

Chorus
So come take a drink and drown your sorrows
And all of our fеars will be gone 'til tomorrow
We'll havе no regrets and live for the day
In Nancy's Harbour Cafe

So come take a drink and drown your sorrows
And all of our fears will be gone 'til tomorrow
We'll have no regrets and live for the day
In Nancy's Harbour Cafe

Verse 2
If you're looking to go on a glorious quest
There's a man there who knows of an old treasure chest
For some pieces of eight, an' a tankard of ale
He'll show ye the map and tell ye it's tale
And then there's Nancy, the lovely barmaiden
She may be old but her beauty ain't fadin'
Ol' Nancy don't care who comes to her inn
It's a den of debauchery, violence and sin
Chorus
So come take a drink and drown your sorrows
And all of our fears will be gone 'til tomorrow
We'll have no regrets and live for the day
In Nancy's Harbour Cafe

So come take a drink and drown your sorrows
And all of our fears will be gone 'til tomorrow
We'll have no regrets and live for the day
In Nancy's Harbour Cafe

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Chorus
So come take a drink and drown your sorrows
And all of our fears will be gone 'til tomorrow
We'll have no regrets and live for the day
In Nancy's Harbour Cafe

So come take a drink and drown your sorrows
And all of our fears will be gone 'til tomorrow
We'll have no regrets and live for the day
In Nancy's Harbour Cafe

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{Verse 1} I know of a tavern not far from here Where you can get some mighty fine beer The company's true and the wenches are pretty It's the greatest damn place

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