Piratic Poetry

[Roland Deschain]

It be toime fer another bit o' piratical poetry:-

FSM Chile (Slight Repeating)

Well, oi'm floatin' next ter a mountain,
An' oi make some trees wi' thee tip o' me appendages.
Well, oi'm floatin' next ter a mountain,
An' oi make some poirates an' midgits wi' thee tip o' me appendages.
Well, oi pick up all thee pieces an' make an oisland,
May even raise just a little sand.
Cause oi'm an FSM chile,
FSM knows oi'm an FSM chile, aaarrrgghh.

Oi didn't mean ter drink up all yer grog,
Oi'll give it roight back ter thee one o' these days.
Oi said oi didn't mean ter drink up all yer grog,
Oi'll give it roight back ter thee one o' these days.
An' if oi don't meet yer no more in this world
Then oi'll, oi'll meet yer in thee next one an' don't miss thee volcano, don't miss thee strippers.
Cause oi'm an FSM chile,
FSM knows oi'm an FSM chile, aaarrrgghh aaarrrgghh aaarrrgghh.
Oi'm an FSM chile, aaarrrgghh.

[Ravi Oli]

Oi 'as compozded a foine ditty thee crue 'ave 'eartily taken to as a koind ov pyrate anthem.
So Oi'd be amiss nort ta share this landlubber's lament with ye blaggards. 'Tis called...

Plunder fer Nothin'

Now look at them pyrates that's the way yer do it
Sail yer ships upon thee wide blue sea
That ain't workin' that's the way yer do it
Plunder for nothin' wenches for free
Now that ain't workin' that's the way yer do it
Lemme tell ya them lads ain't dumb
Robbin' treasures from the Spanish galleons
Chasin' the wenches an' drinkin' rum.

We gotta rob those Spanish galleons
Send 'em down to Davey Jones
We gotta bury our pyrate treasures
We gotta fly the skull and bones.

See the little Spanyerd with the earring and the make-up
Nay matey that's not 'is own hair
That little Spanyerd gonna lose 'is galleon
Plunderin' Spanyerds just don't seem fair

We gotta rob those Spanish galleons
Send 'em down to Davey Jones
We gotta bury our pyrate treasures
We gotta fly the skull and bones.

I shoulda' learned to sail the oceans
I shoulda' learned to fight an' not run
Look at that mama, she got 'em hangin' on the counter
Man we could 'ave 'ad some fun
The Capt'n's up there, what's that ? Arrrggghhhin' noises ?
Plank walkin' the Spanyerd to the deep blue sea
That ain't workin' that's the way yer do it
Get yer plunder for nothin' yer wenches for free

We gotta rob those Spanish galleons
Send 'em down to Davey Jones
We gotta bury our pyrate treasures
We gotta fly the skull and bones.

Now that ain't workin' that's the way yer do it
Sail yer ship upon thee wide blue sea
That ain't workin' that's the way yer do it
Plunder for nothin' get yer wenches for free
Plunder for nothin' get wenches for free

[black bart]

I feels like writin anuther ditty about bein Shipwrecked hentitled: "In Dire Straights".

[Roland Deschain]

^^ A perfect ditty for a pirate. The next could be "Pirates of Swing", "Pirates in Ships", or "Walk the Plank".

[pieces o'nine]

^^^

[daftbeaker]

^^ A perfect ditty for a pirate. The next could be "Pirates of Swing", "Pirates in Ships", or "Walk the Plank".

Plunder for Nothing surely? On Every Ship and Rum Over Gold

Edit - I can't decide if Treasure for Nothing works better, probably not. There's Mark Knopfler's solo work as well like Aye Aye Man and Boom, Jyint Hat

[Ravi Oli]

Oi fergot thee lead-in bit...

Oi want moi.... Oi want moi.... Oi want moi plun-der freeeee....
Oi want moi.... Oi want moi.... Oi want moi plun-der freeeee....

I can't decide if Treasure for Nothing works better...

plunder: to rob of goods or valuables by open force, as in war, hostile raids, brigandage
treasure: wealth or riches stored or accumulated, especially in the form of precious metals

plunder be thee hakwirin'... treasure be thee hakqumulatin'...

'Tis known thee Dire Straits be hay foine stretch o'water fer wrecks n' shippes ta plunder....

[daftbeaker]

Bugger, I forgot to look at the title of your masterpiece Ravi

[Roland Deschain]

Bugger, I forgot to look at the title of your masterpiece Ravi

[Auntie Blackbeard]

Argh Ravi me dARRRRRLIN' !

Tis a luverlee ditty indeed !
Remoines me ove Nefuse werk .

[Ravi Oli]

Remoines me ove Nefuse werk .

Arrrrggghhh Arntie Bee... Oi'm ov two moinds weatha ta take thee complyment or slaps ye upside thee 'ead with a wet cod fer thart.

[black bart]

Thee Boy stood on thee burnin deck
His Fish Head Stoo he'd chundered
It burned right through thee wooden Hull
Thee boards completely sundered

Wots in this stuff thee Captain cried
Tis worse than a Greek's fire
Tis lucky I had pie for lunch
Or thee consequences would be dire!

[black bart]

Everybody hide yer croo
That Anthrobabe be back
Ye'll ave no one to heave or ho
If she gets em in the sack

[Ravi Oli]

Arrrrr bart.... ye foine turn o'words 'as me wantin' ta wax brazillian agen [Oi 'ope thart's the roight tearm ta use]

[black bart]

Arrrrr bart.... ye foine turn o'words 'as me wantin' ta wax brazillian agen [Oi 'ope thart's the roight tearm ta use]