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Songs of the Pirate | ![]() |
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A Pirate's Life For Me |
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![]() Deck the Ships Deck the ships with lots of booty, yo ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho, 'Tis the season to be looting, yo ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho. Don we now our pirate clothing, yo ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho. Think of us with lots of loathing, yo ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho. Set the blazing town before us, yo ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho. Cannons fire and join the chorus, yo ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho. Give us all your gold and treasure, yo ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho. Then your maidens'll give us pleasure! Yo ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho! |
Pirate Ships We're dashing through the seas, in a two-mast pirate ship, O'er the waves we go, laughing all the way (yo ho ho!), The sails and skull-flag wave, making pirates bright, What fun it is to sail and sing a pirate song tonight! Pirate ships, pirate ships, yo ho all the way. Oh, what fun it is to sail in a two-mast pirate ship. Pirate ships, pirate ships, yo ho all the way. Oh, what fun it is to sail in a two-mast pirate ship! |
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What a fright, what a fright, what a fright Sparrow the Pirate |
![]() Sparrow the Dread-Locked Pirate Sparrow, the dread-locked pirate, had a very funny beard. And if you ever saw it, you would even say it's weird. All of the other pirates, used to laugh and call him names, They never let Jack Sparrow, join in any tavern games. Then one foggy Christmas Eve, Bootstraps came to say, Sparrow, with your hair so long, won't you join me in a song? Then how the pirates loved him, as they shouted out with glee, "Sparrow, the dread-locked pirate, you're the best pirate we see!" |
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![]() Your Town's Roasting In An Open Fire Your town's roasting in an open fire, Gunshots're nipping at your backs, Screaming women yelling for us to leave And you're in terror as you're sacked. Everybody knows a cannon and a pirate flag Help to make the season's fright. Town folks here with their eyes all squeezed shut Will find it hard to live tonight. They know that pirates're in their town, They'll grab up lots of gold and maidens in their gowns. And every mother's child is gonna cry As through the streets their frightened families will fly. And so, I'm offering this simple phrase, To folks from one to ninety-two. If you don't want us in your town anymore, "Give us treasure, please do!" |