It's flaming drafty 'round Cape Horn
Aye, 'tis that time of year again—when a woman can wake to seagulls screaming and bells from the harbor,* and polish up her West Country accent for an honest day's pirating, or at least the wistful conversation thereof. So, what would ye? In honor of freebooters, scalawags, and folk musicians everywhere, I offer ye:
Peter Bellamy's "Barbaree";
I'm not no man-o'-war nor a privateer says he
But I am a salt sea pirate, I'm a-seeking for me fee
Waterson : Carthy's "Captain Kidd";
I sailed from sound to sound
And many ships I found
And the most of men I drowned as I sailed
The Young Tradition's "Chicken on a Raft";
Seagulls wheeling overhead
I ought to be home in me feather bed
and damn me, but this one's an earworm if ever I caught one, "Two Hornpipes (Tortuga)" from Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest. There. That ought to tide ye over.
And hey for Davy Jones.
*God's truth. I'm checking me e-mail and all on a sudden I hear seagulls crying in a flurry and two or three gongs of a bell, distant down the wind, and I know by rights those gulls got lost and turned up on the Arlington Res, and the bell's likely some church's I don't attend, but what I know is what it sounds like: so I told
fleurdelis28. That's the sea coming for ye, she says, what's the ghost pirate round here—that was a compliment, I don't mind telling ye. Aye, could be a ballad, even. "The Sinking of the 'Arlington Heights'." Worse songs have come out of the sea.
Peter Bellamy's "Barbaree";
I'm not no man-o'-war nor a privateer says he
But I am a salt sea pirate, I'm a-seeking for me fee
Waterson : Carthy's "Captain Kidd";
I sailed from sound to sound
And many ships I found
And the most of men I drowned as I sailed
The Young Tradition's "Chicken on a Raft";
Seagulls wheeling overhead
I ought to be home in me feather bed
and damn me, but this one's an earworm if ever I caught one, "Two Hornpipes (Tortuga)" from Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest. There. That ought to tide ye over.
And hey for Davy Jones.
*God's truth. I'm checking me e-mail and all on a sudden I hear seagulls crying in a flurry and two or three gongs of a bell, distant down the wind, and I know by rights those gulls got lost and turned up on the Arlington Res, and the bell's likely some church's I don't attend, but what I know is what it sounds like: so I told

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Damn, but those hornpipes are catchy (also familiar).
I heard Cyril Tawney sing Chicken on a Raft, long ago at the folk club in Old Harlow...
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I've seen the tune identified alternately as "The Nine Points of Roguery" or "Fisher's Hornpipe." Unfortunately, since I've never heard either of those pieces (although I have read Jane Yolen's short story "The Five Points of Roguery"), I have no idea if this is true. Input is welcome!
I heard Cyril Tawney sing Chicken on a Raft, long ago at the folk club in Old Harlow...
That's extremely cool.