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(CHORUS)

The Hawk flies day or night

Into dark skies to the stars bright

Thunder crashes

The waves roar

Men are fighting

Who knows what for

But when the good wins

When the heaven sighs

Certain as hell

The Hawk . . . flies

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Is he pirate, or privateer?

Is he a soldier all men should fear?

Does he fight for gold,

Or for his home soil,

Just what is it

That makes his blood boil?

But when he ships out

On the next tide

Pray to Heaven,

He is on your side

(CHORUS)

They say that he is a legend

He cannot be real

No man on the seas

Can make the great warriors

Retreat or reel

But sure as you stand

Sure as you breathe

Those who stand against him

Have widows who will grieve

(CHORUS)

There are places where the sea is green,

So is the grass in distant lands I've seen,

But those places

Where battles he's led

The sea and grass all run red.

(CHORUS)

The Hawk Flies- For the Sea Dogges