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Bring out your dead! (Bring out your dead!)
From noble house n’ poor man’s shed
The plague has come to town
Bring out your dead! (Bring out your dead!)
Bring out your dead! (Bring out your dead!)
To the pyres bright n’ red
We’ve reached the end o’ days
Bring out your dead! (Bring out your dead!)
After seven months at sea
‘Round cape horn with ivory
We reached the British piers
At the old port of Tangier
I went out to celebrate
With me Capt’n n’ first mate
We met with many wenches
Gypsy girls n’ pretty Frechies
A pretty lass n’ her sister
Had a rash with nasty blisters
But I’ve had me share of shy afflictions
Fer lassies be me one addiction
One thing to another led
I fell asleep upon their bed
But woke next day with two dead whores
N’ screams outside me door
Bring out your dead! (Bring out your dead!)
From noble house n’ poor man’s shed
The plague has come to town
Bring out your dead! (Bring out your dead!)
Bring out your dead! (Bring out your dead!)
To the pyres bright n’ red
We’ve reached the end o’ days
Bring out your dead! (Bring out your dead!)
To find me drunken friends I ran
Fer ye Spanish cost we sail begun
As soon as we set foot ashore
Me throat felt swollen, dry n’ sore
I with an old physician met
Fer a medical opinion get
He stared at me in stark dismay
Said ''Son you’ve got bubonic plague!''
Come next morn’, the quack was dead
With pus-filled blisters on his head
But I felt stronger than before
And went out fer to the town explore
The streets with panicked men where filled
Half the town in plague was killed
A flagellant procession yelled
''Repent or burn in hell!''
Bring out your dead! (Bring out your dead!)
From noble house n’ poor man’s shed
The plague has come to town
Bring out your dead! (Bring out your dead!)
Bring out your dead! (Bring out your dead!)
To the pyres bright n’ red
We’ve reached the end o’ days
Bring out your dead! (Bring out your dead!)
We sailed up north to native land
Fer London went our merry band
As we filled the taverns with our crew
I got a feel of déjà vu’
Like in every other town we’d been
Since the day we lost McGuinn
People started turning pale
Behind us now a deadly trail
Suddenly I saw all around
People dropping to the ground
Doctors clad in scary beaks
Pushing barrows down the streets
Their rottening load of corpses grew
In all it was a horrid view
As a brazen bell the alleys rang
Filled with dread I sang
Bring out your dead! (Bring out your dead!)
From noble house n’ poor man’s shed
The plague has come to town
Bring out your dead! (Bring out your dead!)
Bring out your dead! (Bring out your dead!)
To the pyres bright n’ red
We’ve reached the end o’ days
Bring out your dead! (Bring out your dead!)
Bring out your dead! (Bring out your dead!)
From noble house n’ poor man’s shed
The plague has come to town
Bring out your dead! (Bring out your dead!)
Bring out your dead! (Bring out your dead!)
To the pyres bright n’ red
We’ve reached the end o’ days
Bring out your dead! (Bring out your dead!)
Bring out your dead! (Bring out your dead!)
From noble house n’ poor man’s shed
The plague has come to town
Bring out your dead! (Bring out your dead!)
Bring out your dead! (Bring out your dead!)
To the pyres bright n’ red
We’ve reached the end o’ days
Bring out your dead!

Lyrics was added by nezame699

Lyrics was corrected by Caetrin

Video was added by nezame699


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