by DiannaDark » Fri 30. May 2014, 17:00
Just when you began to believe this was a safe place,
I'm Back.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate"s life for me.
We pillage plunder, we rifle and loot.
Drink up me hearties, yo ho.
We kidnap and ravage and don"t give a hoot.
Drink up me hearties, yo ho.
Yo ho, ho ho, a pirate"s life for me.
We extort and pilfer, we filch and sack.
Drink up me hearties, yo ho.
Maraud and embezzle and even highjack.
Drink up me hearties, yo ho.
Yo ho, ho ho, a pirate"s life for me.
We kindle and char and in flame and ignite.
Drink up me hearties, yo ho.
We burn up the city, we"re really a fright.
Drink up me hearties, yo ho.
We"re rascals and scoundrels, we"re villians and knaves.
Drink up me hearties, yo ho.
We"re devils and black sheep, we"re really bad eggs.
Drink up me hearties, yo ho.
We"re beggars and blighters and ne"er do-well cads,
Drink up me hearties, yo ho.
Aye, but we"re loved by our mommies and dads,
Drink up me hearties, yo ho.
To the mast nail our flag it is dark as the grave,
Or the death which it bears while it sweeps o'er the wave;
Let our deck clear for action, our guns be prepared;
Be the boarding-axe sharpened, the scimetar bared:
Set the canisters ready, and then bring to me,
For the last of my duties, the powder-room key.
It shall never be lowered, the black flag we bear;
If the sea be denied us, we sweep through the air.
Unshared have we left our last victory's prey;
It is mine to divide it, and yours to obey:
There are shawls that might suit a sultana's white neck,
And pearls that are fair as the arms they will deck.
There are flasks which, unseal them, the air will disclose
Diametta's fair summers, the home of the rose.
I claim not a portion: I ask but as mine
'Tis to drink to our victory - one cup of red wine.
Some fight, 'tis for riches - some fight, 'tis for fame:
The first I despise, and the last is a name.
I fight, 'tis for vengeance! I love to see flow,
At the stroke of my sabre, the life of my foe.
I strike for the memory of long-vanished years;
I only shed blood where another shed tears,
I come, as the lightning comes red from above,
O'er the race that I loathe, to the battle I love.
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest,
Yo! ho! ho and a bottle of rum.
Drink and the devil had done for the rest,
Yo! ho! ho and a bottle of rum.
Drink and the devil had done for the rest,
Yo! ho! ho and a bottle of rum.
Yo! ho! ho and a bottle of rum.
Hate lies close to love of gold.
Dead men's secrets are tardily told.
Yo! ho! ho and a bottle of rum.
Yo! ho! ho and a bottle of rum.
Dead men only the secret shall keep
Yo! ho! ho and a bottle of rum.
So bare the knife and plunge it deep.
Yo! ho! ho! Yo! ho! Yo! ho! ho!
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest,
Yo! ho! ho and a bottle of rum.
Drink and the devil had done for the rest,
Yo! ho! ho and a bottle of rum,
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest,
Drink and the devil had done for the rest,
Yo! ho! ho! Yo! ho! Yo! ho! ho!
Yo ho, ho ho, a pirate"s life for me.
Yo ho, ho ho, a pirate"s life for me!
YO HO Drink up me Hearties
It's a pirate's life for me
We can dance if we want to
We can leave your world behind
Your friends don't dance
And if they don't dance
They are no friends of mine
Drink up me hearties, yo ho
It's a pirate's life for me