In sixteen hundred seven We sail the open sea For glory, God, and gold And the Virginia Company For the New World is like heaven And well all be rich and free Or so we have been told By the Virginia Company So we have been told by the Virginia Company For glory, God and gold And the Virginia Company On the beaches of Virginie Theres diamonds like debris Theres silver rivers flow And gold you pick right off a tree...
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