Talken’ like a pirate day
XoreYar! it be time to be a-wrappin’ up international talk like a pirate day. I’m afeared to say i’m much disappointed in me mateys for lacken in the singen of proper sea chanties while we be plugging back on the whiskey an’ the rum an’ the grog. It comes to me addled head that ye may not be all knowin any sea chanties, so i’m here to be savin ye’ from the fate o’ haven enough grog in ye to get to singen’, but lacken the words to be a sing’n with. So here’s a little sea chanty i blasted out o’er a barrel (or six) o’ grog. Sing along with me, ye lubbers! (else taste me cutlass)
Thar be plunder out aplenty
and thar be treasures out aboot
thar be whiskey in the main hold
an’ the rum is takin’ root
an i drink here with me mateys
while the skuppers fill with soot
for it be talken like a pirate day
and gatherin’ of loot
Thar be sharks beneath the high seas
an a whale or two beyond
Thar be plunder ye aplenty
on both sides of the pond
Thar be gold dubloons for one or two
but nay i’ll not obscond
For today be talk like a pirate day
and nary none anon
Thar be ladies in the merchantmen
with soft and silken blouse
there be wenches in the taverns
who love grog and to carouse
but me only love i’ll ever take
the sea she has me nows
an’ ye say a word again her
an’ i’ll slit ye to teh towse
Ye may fear the mighty waves
an ye may fear the beasts below
but i got me grog, me whiskey, rum
I’m sopped down to me toes
And when we go aboarding ha!
it surely come to blows
for me loves to take a landlubber
an’ punch him in the nose
There be mists out on the oceans
an islands in the fogs
There be horrors ye forget about
or drown it in the grogs
an they say that all us pirates
we’re loose one in the cogs
but we’re all be hearty mateys
and blasted scurvey dogs!
We be pirates o’ the younger age
an pirates o’ the old
thar be those who seek the wenches
an’ those who seek the gold
but we band and seek the high seas
above the ocean cold
cause we are the ones who make the tales
of stories yet untold
Thar be plunder out aplenty
and thar be treasures out aboot
thar be whiskey in the main hold
an’ the rum is takin’ root
an i drink here with me mateys
while the skuppers fill with soot
for it be talken like a pirate day
and gatherin’ of loot
Knock back some grog and don’t let ye talk like a pirate day go awasted without having sung a chanty or two!