| “Sail ho” I cry from the mast, down the fast line, away I cast Deck is rising to meet my feet, landing in ropes coiled up neat | |
| Trim the sails, storm be a brewin quick Hoist the anchor, bloody pirates, thats the trick | |
| Fasten the rum, least it be yer last breath, The sea she's a tryin to give us our death. | |
| You scurvy dogs, buckle the hatch, Save the rum, its our last batch | |
| The rice is a festerin, won't be ready for a week, Brewin spirits in the hull - I lift me patch and peek. | |
| Me peg leg is achin in the salt air Me crew is a whinin, to get their share | |
| Up I scramble sounding the alarm, for shortly everyone will be in harm The jolly roger sails straight on course, When we reach em there’ll be no remorse | |
| Stand fast mates, stand your ground We be the meanest pirates to ever be found | |
| Put yer snarls on yer face ye yellow belly pigs Man the cannons or ye be dancin the hemton jig | |
| Shanty the masts with your shots, no more balls then load the pots Keep fast your grip on the grapple lines, after plunder we dine upon their wines | |
| Hold fast you scurvy dogs They be runnin now, pass the grog | |
| Alas me found me smithering dog, Hidden in amongst the bottles of grog. A coward he is, I be ashamed, I’ll call him sea-snail he’ll be famed. | |
| Marked he'll be of name and deed, the petty lad may have to bleed In the hold with his scampy skin, "perhaps to rot" smirks me evil grin | |
| squawk squawk squawk squawk squawk squawk says beakless the parrot | |
| Beakless put yer bloody patch on yer eye, Do as I say, I will wack you with me peg leg and make you cry. | |
| Arrrgggg...me sees in the distance a shimerring light Another boat to plunder and show our might | |
| Passes a pencil pensively, Ponders poetry - pops your pen name, Peels papered scenes and puff - gone! | |
| Get your peg leg in gear, put on your eye patch Get ready to plunder, batten down the hatch | |
| Make me proud ya grubbles rot, man your stations now you limey lot Train the cannons still smokin hot, and ready yourselves for a broadside shot! | |
| Man over board, trim the sails, Boarding axes ready, over the rails | |
| Tis not a man overboard - tis I... I.. I say Cap'n HammeR pushed me overboard.Cause he didn wanna pay! | |
| She may be the ships wench, but a lass needs ta make a livin So she poked out Beaklesses eye for him, 10 shillens she was a givin. I saw Cap’n HammeR give er a push – right over – like she be fly’n I be smellin a mutiny a brewin – if’n he says he didn’t do it - he be a lye’n! | |
| arrg those bloody pirates, treatin the lass that way. | |
| Blathering boisterous crew is eyeing me hidden stash, wanting their grubby fingers wrapped around me cash. How is it that this lass be mingling with me crew, if I'd known it sooner she'd be churnin in the stew! | |
| Nay……..no churnin in the stew for this lil wench I climbed back on board – to gives ya all a pinch I may not even be – the lass who I say And I even have yer treasure map, tattooed on me bay | |
| Treasure map ye say upon your skin, well perhaps we'll peal it back to begin Stretch it tight upon the planks, and sail to tommorow to shovel open the banks. | |
| Ayyyyye, would Cap'n HammeR hurt a poor lil lass, By peelin the hyde off her cute lil (m)ass? | |
| aye - tis ok there dove, me hyde be thick as stew but me be jumpin ship now, twas nice meeting all of's you. | |
| Shall we take this ride, a ride in this ship, I shall ask? I will be waiting by the deck for you to arrive there to take me on this ship | |
| I see that one has bailed and another is over by where its railed. I be guessing that the map be gone too, so perhaps a cargo is what we need, something anew. | |
| Bloody pirates always stealin me rum, Back to yer posts ya scurvy scum |

