Piratic Poetry

[DaveL]

Bart と名前を挙げられた人があった

だれが共通のタルトを取ったか

日本語町民がすべて彼に会った時...shiver me timbers!

日本語彼らは彼を嘆き始めた

そしてソックスの出し惜しみは与えた

Darned babelfish translater

There was a man named Bart
Who picked up a common tart
When the townsfolk all saw him
They started to deplore him
And a stint in the stocks did impart

[Black Dog]

Row, row, row thy boat,
Gently out to sea,
Merrily merrily, maarrily, maaaarrraily,
Aaaaaargh!

[black bart]

Bart と名前を挙げられた人があった

だれが共通のタルトを取ったか

日本語町民がすべて彼に会った時...shiver me timbers!

日本語彼らは彼を嘆き始めた

そしてソックスの出し惜しみは与えた

Darned babelfish translater

There was a man named Bart
Who picked up a common tart
When the townsfolk all saw him
They started to deplore him
And a stint in the stocks did impart

Nuffink wrong wiv that translator Dave...that about sums it up.

[Dan (dat haole dude)]

Our Bart, a pyrate from Cymru,
got locked inna room wit' a Hindu

they practiced the sutra called Kama's
while wearing elastick pyjamas

then together fell, exhausted, t' cysgu*


*wit' habjec' hippo-loggys fer murtherin' a trooly antient 'n' noble language!

[pieces o'nine]

1.) Hup on thee rufe-toppe rain deer paws
drag-gin' in ole Sandy Claws.
Down fru thee chim knee of Mme Fifis,
Cuz 'e 'eard she were "bad" awl yeare, ye sees.

--CHORUS--
Yo, ho, ho! A bottil ov rum!
Yo, ho, ho! A bottil ov rum!
Hup on thee rufe-toppe 'e lands -- ker-plunk!
Sneakin habowt wiv 'is sack ov junk.

2.) Furst 'angs thee stockin ov Saucy Gert,
On thee pegge that she tooke frum that scurvy Bart.
Leeve 'er sum rum an a glasse or too,
An a boddis knyfe an sum fish-head stoo.

--CHORUS--

3.) Necks be thee stockin' ov Jim-lad Will.
(Oi 'ears 'e be Mad frum Chow Mein's swill.)
Leeve 'im a cutlass an newe oi-patch
An a booke ov spellin' an syntax.

--CHORUS--



~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Duz ennybuddy helse heck speck sumfin frum Sandy Claws,
oar 'ave a sug jest chin fer a littel sumfink left unner thee mast ov wun ov yer maytes?

[Dan (dat haole dude)]

fer Knyuckles O'Shuffyle, a ship-load uv tissue
in hopes 'e gets da new Playbilge issue..

fer Pieces O' Nine, sum vulturine-thatch
'n' a 'alf-duzzen rhinestones t' bling up 'er patch

a new steam-boiler fer arr Cap'n Rowan
t' power 'is shippe (& keep 'is tea flowin')

an' t' Black Bart (arr mate from Gwynedd)
a noo ji-yunt pyratickal 'at fer 'is hedd

[black bart]

Lor bless yers mateys...

Xmas would bring me appy memories...if only me mum hadna bin sold ta the Aztecs...

(an I has gone an spent all the Aztec gold... )

[Dan (dat haole dude)]

Aww, me bruddah bart bee sadde..mebbe dis go chear 'im uppe:

arter 'is ma got sold t' da "Injuns"
bart gotte bizzy wit' wenchin' an' bingein'

butte, tyme's passed 'n' bart's a bit weepy
(sellin' 'is Mom? howzat fo' creepy?)

stylle, summat goode myghte coom outta dis storie
(oi'll let uddas continue..[but pliz no make it too gory])

[black bart]

Me ma met the great Montezuma
She tested his dry sense of humour
She sold him a box
To cure his pox
And he gave her a coat made from Puma (fur)

[pieces o'nine]

Bart looks roight surproized
in 'is neuwest have a tar.
But Santy's smoilin.

[Dan (dat haole dude)]

Arroha!

Bart looks roight surproized
in 'is neuwest have a tar.
But Santy's smoilin.

p'raps hit's gotte summat t'doo wit' where Santa's beeg, glov'ed 'ands are?*

*nivver lette a "roight jollie olde elf" behin' ya w'en 'e's wearin' prock-tolly-guest kine gloves!

[black bart]

Chestnuts roastin on an open fire
Standin too close to the Benbow's Hearth
Singin Higher as yer trousers catch fire
Merry Xmas too yoo...

[pieces o'nine]

O littel town ov Porrr-orrr-tsmuff
Yer stillmasters do not lye.
Roight thru yer deepe an twitchin sleepe
Thee crewes on leeve go bye.
Yet inn yer darke streetes lurketh
Thee wenches ov thee noight.
Thee gropes an leeres so inn sin sere
Arrrgh "two fer wun" tonoight.




...oi dunnose wevver oi be ashaymed oar prowd ov this wun...

[Edd]

Silent night, stealthy flight,
Constables' lanterns are alight.
Round yon Cape Horn, rowing like wild,
Pirates misunderstood and reviled,
Wenchin’ and lootin’ a piece.
Wenchin’ and lootin’ a piece.

[black bart]

Pieces and Edd They has reduced me hentire crew o evil ruffians to bunch o blubberin children...an I still aint got any o them a pressy.