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But I am a salt-sea pirate, I'm a-seeking for me fee
Avast! etc. In honor of our international holiday—
John Roberts & Tony Barrand, "The Flying Dutchman"
All hands to the rail, our gallant crew, as the ghost ship bore to sea
Our hearts were filled with awe and fear as she passed along our lee
The helmsman was likewise entranced, and as all hands sighed relief
With rending crash and mortal force our vessel struck a reef
Cindy Kallet, "High Barbary"
There's naught upon our stern, sir, there's naught upon our lee
(Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we)
But there's a lofty ship to windward and she's sailing fast and free
(All a-cruising down the coast of High Barbary)
Peter Bellamy, "Poor Honest Men"
Broadsides the Atlantic
We tumble short-handed,
With shot-holes to plug and new canvas to bend,
And off the Azores,
Dutch, Dons and Monsieurs
Are waiting to terrify poor honest men.
Bok, Muir & Trickett, "The Sea-Wife"
And some return by failing light,
And some in waking dream,
For she hears the heels of the dripping ghosts
That ride the rough roof-beam.
Lotte Lenya, "Seeräuberjenny"
Und ein Schiff mit acht Segeln
Und mit fünfzig Kanonen
Wird liegen am Kai
The Mountain Goats, "Jenny"
Nine hundred cc's of raw whining power
No outstanding warrants for my arrest
Hi-diddle-dee-dee, God damn!
A pirate's life for me
Murder City Devils, "No Grave But the Sea"
What would you say, Jim Hawkins
To you, Anne Bonny?
What would you say, Anne Bonny
If you could speak for yourself?
The Changelings, "Port Royale"
I'm a privateer, I'm a buccaneer, and I'll cut your head clean off
Through the smoke of cannon, I'll take your galleon and cart your precious treasures off
No king's skittish British navy
Gives me orders, barely pays me
I swagger through the cannons' smoke
Shouting, shooting bloody hell out of the whole damn lot
The Arrogant Worms, "The Last Saskatchewan Pirate"
Farmers, bar your doors
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores
John Roberts & Tony Barrand, "The Flying Dutchman"
All hands to the rail, our gallant crew, as the ghost ship bore to sea
Our hearts were filled with awe and fear as she passed along our lee
The helmsman was likewise entranced, and as all hands sighed relief
With rending crash and mortal force our vessel struck a reef
Cindy Kallet, "High Barbary"
There's naught upon our stern, sir, there's naught upon our lee
(Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we)
But there's a lofty ship to windward and she's sailing fast and free
(All a-cruising down the coast of High Barbary)
Peter Bellamy, "Poor Honest Men"
Broadsides the Atlantic
We tumble short-handed,
With shot-holes to plug and new canvas to bend,
And off the Azores,
Dutch, Dons and Monsieurs
Are waiting to terrify poor honest men.
Bok, Muir & Trickett, "The Sea-Wife"
And some return by failing light,
And some in waking dream,
For she hears the heels of the dripping ghosts
That ride the rough roof-beam.
Lotte Lenya, "Seeräuberjenny"
Und ein Schiff mit acht Segeln
Und mit fünfzig Kanonen
Wird liegen am Kai
The Mountain Goats, "Jenny"
Nine hundred cc's of raw whining power
No outstanding warrants for my arrest
Hi-diddle-dee-dee, God damn!
A pirate's life for me
Murder City Devils, "No Grave But the Sea"
What would you say, Jim Hawkins
To you, Anne Bonny?
What would you say, Anne Bonny
If you could speak for yourself?
The Changelings, "Port Royale"
I'm a privateer, I'm a buccaneer, and I'll cut your head clean off
Through the smoke of cannon, I'll take your galleon and cart your precious treasures off
No king's skittish British navy
Gives me orders, barely pays me
I swagger through the cannons' smoke
Shouting, shooting bloody hell out of the whole damn lot
The Arrogant Worms, "The Last Saskatchewan Pirate"
Farmers, bar your doors
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores
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Yay, the Mountain Goats. Enjoy!