A funeral moves under the cloak of night
Captain Clegg and his smuggling pirates ride
With contraband of the finest brandy and wine
Hidden inside a macabre coffin disguise
A tombstone reads 'Captain Clegg, R.I.P.'
Yet still he sails across the Phantom Seas
Such a holy man for all of you to see
The Village Vicar, his secret identity
Frightened people, fear the evil
In their leader, Captain Clegg
The kings revenue men learn of Clegg's illicit deeds
From a local trader now a corpse who no longer speaks
If you cross his path he'll slice off both your ears
Have your tongue cut out, and reduce your life to tears
Perish all of you who betray me
Your ghostly leader, Captain Clegg
He wore the mask of the skeletal creature of night
His oath was terror and 'Blood' his battle cry
He was a wanted man, who escaped the hangman's noose
The Parish leader his pirate clergy on the loose
He sailed the Phantom Seas, catered for community needs
The village master, Captain Clegg
He was a ghost rider, a Phantom night creature
Evil leader, Captain Clegg, R.I.P.

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