Rounds Of Rum (исполнитель: Swashbuckle)
Mellifluous melodies and timely honoured hymns Golden rounds [bad word] to fill us to the [bad word] brim Anticipated anthems one longs to yell aloud So chant the [bad word] loud and clear among the weary crowd Let fly the air of introversion and release the treasured tunes Decorous ditties and jeering jawns upon each moon Arias so exalting when hummed they make us proud So chant the [bad word] loud and clear among the weary crowd Rallying requiems so exquisite in design Nocturnes of our victories penned in endless rhyme Sonorous sonatas that cast a sprightly shroud So chant the [bad word] loud and clear among the weary crowd Rounds [bad word] for all to drink Pints of booze surround Rounds [bad word] for all to sink Down them by the pound Rounds [bad word] for all to drink Pints of booze surround Rounds [bad word] for all to sink Down them by the pound [bad word] by the drowning flow of ale Refrains of every stirring song to wake the epic tale And when the final note is breathed and silence is allowed So chant the [bad word] loud and clear among the weary crowd Rounds [bad word] for all to drink Pints of booze surround Rounds [bad word] for all to sink Down them by the pound Rounds [bad word] for all to drink Pints of booze surround Rounds [bad word] for all to sink Down them by the pound Rounds [bad word] Down them by the pound Rounds [bad word] Down them by the pound