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Though I were born a villain

  A bad man thru and thru,

If I could but win the love of you lass

  I swear that my love would be true.

And I'd leave off all my sinnin'

  And leave my wicked ways,

Would your sweet eyes but look kindly

  And embrace me in their gaze.

And I'd no more go rovin',

  Nor sail the Carib Seas,

For this sweet great love's done changed me,

  Done brought me to my knees.

And my heart it once beat quiet,

  Like it didn't want to be found,

But you've set my heart a-racing

  And now all can hear it's sound.

O I wish I were a good man,

  A brave man strong and true,

But I were born a villain

  And must give the devil his due.

And I wish that you could love me,

  And give my love a chance,

Afore they lead me to the gallow's tree

  To do the devil's dance.

So never will we marry

  Nor share the bridal bed,

For they'll take me to the gallow's tree

  And hang me till I'm dead.

And never will I hold you,

  Nor feel the lover's bliss,

And never my arms enfold you,

  And embrace you in a kiss.

And never will we grow old

  And watch our children play,

For I were born a villain

  And I must die this way.

My course now is uncharted

  And leads to places strange.

And I've lost my maps & I've lost my compass

  And I live to speak your name.

Who cares where these tides will take me,

  Who cares where's the port I'll land.

Though I were born a villain,

  I'll die a better man.