We sailed for old Americee
light of heart and prison free
cap'n Blue the foredeck stood
chewing tack and spitting blood
the Jolly Roger flying high
skull and crossbones cut the sky.
Walk the plank and kiss the shark.
Round the Horn fortune borne
curse this dark and stormy morn
cut the jib, raise the sail
kiss the mermaid, ride the whale
tack to the left, tack to the right
the Devil ye will meet this night.
Walk the plank and kiss the shark.
Land ahoy, Plymouth Rock
lay the anchor land and dock.
Mutiny !! Scurvy crew
curse the day when first you grew
hang 'em from the highest spot
watch 'em sway, watch 'em rot
Walk the plank and kiss the shark.





Aaarrrggghhh, Matey! Shiver me timbers! Avast, ye landlubbers! Bring me a spot o'rum afore I have ye keelhauled!
Hey, where else can a librarian from Kansas talk like a pirate, I ask ye?
Good luck in the contest, Scribe. I ain't kissin' no shark, though. They're cold and their eyes roll back in their skulls.





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