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Re: Piratic Poetry
by pieces o'nine on Mon Dec 05, 2011 10:59 pm
^ That maykes me 'boson' swelle wiv pryde.
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Re: Piratic Poetry
by Roland Deschain on Tue Jan 31, 2012 12:47 pm
Bart: Now oi've 'ad thee grog o' me loife
No oi never felt this drunk before
Yes oi swear it be thee truth
An' oi owe it all ter you
Brenda: 'Cause oi've 'ad thee stew o' me life
an' oi owe it all ter you
Bart: Oi been waitin' fer so long
Now oi've finally found someone
Ter sit on me
Brenda: We be seein' thee stew on the wall
An' the floors an' carpet too
Both: Now wiv grog in our 'ands
There's be no way we disguise it secretly
So we take each other's 'and (Brenda: Me 'and, Bart, not that!)
'Cause we seem ter understand thee hurgency
Bart: Jus' remember
Brenda: You're thee one thing
Bart: I be not gettin' enough of
Brenda: So I'll tell yer sumfing
Both:This may be love because
(CHORUS)
Both: Now oi've 'ad thee grog o' me loife
No oi never felt this drunk before
Yes oi swear it be thee truth
An' oi owe it all ter you
'Cause oi've 'ad the grog o' me loife
An' oi've searched through every gentleman's establishment
'Til I found the stew
An' I owe it all ter you
Brenda: Wiv me ample body an' soul
I want ye more than ye'll ever know
Bart: So we be lettin' it 'ang out
Don't be afraid ter lose control
Brenda: Yes oi know whats on yer dirty moind
When ye say:
"Stay wiv me ternoight."
Bart: Jus' remember
Ye be the one thing
Brenda: I no be gettin' enough of
Bart: So oi be tellin' ye sumfin'
Both: This may be love because
(CHORUS)
Both: Now oi've 'ad thee grog o' me loife
No oi never felt this drunk before
Yes oi swear it be thee truth
An' oi owe it all ter you
'Cause oi've 'ad the grog o' me loife
An' oi've searched through every gentleman's establishment
'Til I found the stew
An' I owe it all ter you
*Hornpipe hinstrermental*
Bart: Now oi've 'ad thee grog o' me loife
No oi never felt this drunk before
(Brenda: Never been felt this way)
Bart: Yes oi swear it be thee truth
An' oi owe it all ter you
Both: Now oi've 'ad thee grog o' me loife
No oi never felt this drunk before
Yes oi swear it be thee truth
An' oi owe it all ter you
Both: Now oi've 'ad thee grog o' me loife
No oi never felt this drunk before
Yes oi swear it be thee truth
An' oi owe it all ter you
No oi never felt this drunk before
Yes oi swear it be thee truth
An' oi owe it all ter you
Brenda: 'Cause oi've 'ad thee stew o' me life
an' oi owe it all ter you
Bart: Oi been waitin' fer so long
Now oi've finally found someone
Ter sit on me
Brenda: We be seein' thee stew on the wall
An' the floors an' carpet too
Both: Now wiv grog in our 'ands
There's be no way we disguise it secretly
So we take each other's 'and (Brenda: Me 'and, Bart, not that!)
'Cause we seem ter understand thee hurgency
Bart: Jus' remember
Brenda: You're thee one thing
Bart: I be not gettin' enough of
Brenda: So I'll tell yer sumfing
Both:This may be love because
(CHORUS)
Both: Now oi've 'ad thee grog o' me loife
No oi never felt this drunk before
Yes oi swear it be thee truth
An' oi owe it all ter you
'Cause oi've 'ad the grog o' me loife
An' oi've searched through every gentleman's establishment
'Til I found the stew
An' I owe it all ter you
Brenda: Wiv me ample body an' soul
I want ye more than ye'll ever know
Bart: So we be lettin' it 'ang out
Don't be afraid ter lose control
Brenda: Yes oi know whats on yer dirty moind
When ye say:
"Stay wiv me ternoight."
Bart: Jus' remember
Ye be the one thing
Brenda: I no be gettin' enough of
Bart: So oi be tellin' ye sumfin'
Both: This may be love because
(CHORUS)
Both: Now oi've 'ad thee grog o' me loife
No oi never felt this drunk before
Yes oi swear it be thee truth
An' oi owe it all ter you
'Cause oi've 'ad the grog o' me loife
An' oi've searched through every gentleman's establishment
'Til I found the stew
An' I owe it all ter you
*Hornpipe hinstrermental*
Bart: Now oi've 'ad thee grog o' me loife
No oi never felt this drunk before
(Brenda: Never been felt this way)
Bart: Yes oi swear it be thee truth
An' oi owe it all ter you
Both: Now oi've 'ad thee grog o' me loife
No oi never felt this drunk before
Yes oi swear it be thee truth
An' oi owe it all ter you
Both: Now oi've 'ad thee grog o' me loife
No oi never felt this drunk before
Yes oi swear it be thee truth
An' oi owe it all ter you
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Re: Piratic Poetry
by Qwertyuiopasd on Tue Jan 31, 2012 4:37 pm
Oi been rightly inspired!
Bart:
Rum be a many plundered thing,
Rum drops us down on to the floor,
All ye need is Rum!
Brenda:
Please, don't be startin' tha' agin
Bart:
All ye need is Rum!
Brenda:
A wench 'as got t' eat!
Bart:
All ye need is Rum!
Brenda:
She'll end up on th' floor! (sigh)
Bart:
All ye need is Ruuuuum!
Brenda:
Rum be juss a drink.
Bart:
I bin made fer drinkin' Rum lassie,
Ye bin made fer drinkin' Rum.
Brenda:
Th' only way of drinkin' Rum laddie,
Be t' drink't moderately.
Bart:
Juss one shot,
Gi' me just one shot.
Brenda:
Thar be no way,
'Cause ye can't pay.
Bart:
I' th' name o' Rum!
One shot i' th' name o' Rum!
Brenda:
Ye daft blaggard,
I won't give in t' ye.
Bart:
Don't, leave me this way.
Oi can't survive, wi'out yer sweet Rum,
Oh lassie, don't leave me this way.
Brenda:
Ye'd think that pirates woulda 'ad enuff o' silly drinking songs...
Bart:
Oi look around me an' Oi sees it don't be so, ach no.
Brenda:
Some pirates wanna fill their guts with lots o' rum drinks
Bart:
Well what be wrong wi' that?
Oi'd like to know.
'Cause here Oi go... again...
Rum drops us down on to the floor!
Where drunkards trip,
On a wench's boot!
Brenda:
Rum makes us act like we be daft.
Throw our doubloons away,
For one happy drink.
Bart:
We could be villains...
Just fer one day.
Brenda:
Ye, ye'll be mean.
Bart:
Yar, I be.
Brenda:
(sigh) And Oi, Oi'll drink all th' time.
Bart:
We should be drunkards...
Brenda:
We can't do that.
Bart:
We should be drunkards!
An' that be a fact.
Brenda:
Though nothing, would keep us that sober.
Bart:
We could steal gold...
Both:
Just fer one day.
We could be villains,
Fer e'er and e'er,
We could be villains,
Fer e'er and e'er,
We can be villains...
Bart:
Just because Oi... will always drink Rum...
Brenda:
Oi...
Both:
...Can't help drinking...
Bart:
...Rum...
Brenda:
'Ow wunnerfull life be,
Both:
Now Rum's in, me gut....
Bart:
Rum be a many plundered thing,
Rum drops us down on to the floor,
All ye need is Rum!
Brenda:
Please, don't be startin' tha' agin
Bart:
All ye need is Rum!
Brenda:
A wench 'as got t' eat!
Bart:
All ye need is Rum!
Brenda:
She'll end up on th' floor! (sigh)
Bart:
All ye need is Ruuuuum!
Brenda:
Rum be juss a drink.
Bart:
I bin made fer drinkin' Rum lassie,
Ye bin made fer drinkin' Rum.
Brenda:
Th' only way of drinkin' Rum laddie,
Be t' drink't moderately.
Bart:
Juss one shot,
Gi' me just one shot.
Brenda:
Thar be no way,
'Cause ye can't pay.
Bart:
I' th' name o' Rum!
One shot i' th' name o' Rum!
Brenda:
Ye daft blaggard,
I won't give in t' ye.
Bart:
Don't, leave me this way.
Oi can't survive, wi'out yer sweet Rum,
Oh lassie, don't leave me this way.
Brenda:
Ye'd think that pirates woulda 'ad enuff o' silly drinking songs...
Bart:
Oi look around me an' Oi sees it don't be so, ach no.
Brenda:
Some pirates wanna fill their guts with lots o' rum drinks
Bart:
Well what be wrong wi' that?
Oi'd like to know.
'Cause here Oi go... again...
Rum drops us down on to the floor!
Where drunkards trip,
On a wench's boot!
Brenda:
Rum makes us act like we be daft.
Throw our doubloons away,
For one happy drink.
Bart:
We could be villains...
Just fer one day.
Brenda:
Ye, ye'll be mean.
Bart:
Yar, I be.
Brenda:
(sigh) And Oi, Oi'll drink all th' time.
Bart:
We should be drunkards...
Brenda:
We can't do that.
Bart:
We should be drunkards!
An' that be a fact.
Brenda:
Though nothing, would keep us that sober.
Bart:
We could steal gold...
Both:
Just fer one day.
We could be villains,
Fer e'er and e'er,
We could be villains,
Fer e'er and e'er,
We can be villains...
Bart:
Just because Oi... will always drink Rum...
Brenda:
Oi...
Both:
...Can't help drinking...
Bart:
...Rum...
Brenda:
'Ow wunnerfull life be,
Both:
Now Rum's in, me gut....
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Re: Piratic Poetry
by black bart on Wed Feb 01, 2012 7:07 am
Blimey that's good...I particularly like the 'Heroes' bit.
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Re: Piratic Poetry
by Roy Hunter on Tue Feb 14, 2012 2:04 pm
Happy Valentine's Day!
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I'm a Dada-ist,
Rugby fish in a hammock.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I'm a Dada-ist,
Rugby fish in a hammock.
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Re: Piratic Poetry
by Roland Deschain on Wed Feb 15, 2012 5:01 pm
Nice one, Qwerty. I were tryin' ter figure out thee song, then it be twiggin' on me part o' thee way down. Most excellent.
Roy, that be a noice one. It be remoindin' me o' one oi saw on the hinternet:-
Haikus are easy
But sometimes they don't make sense
Refrigerator
Roy, that be a noice one. It be remoindin' me o' one oi saw on the hinternet:-
Haikus are easy
But sometimes they don't make sense
Refrigerator
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Re: Piratic Poetry
by Roland Deschain on Thu Mar 15, 2012 12:32 am
It be toime fer another bit o' piratical poetry:-
FSM Chile (Slight Repeating)
Well, oi'm floatin' next ter a mountain,
An' oi make some trees wi' thee tip o' me appendages.
Well, oi'm floatin' next ter a mountain,
An' oi make some poirates an' midgits wi' thee tip o' me appendages.
Well, oi pick up all thee pieces an' make an oisland,
May even raise just a little sand.
Cause oi'm an FSM chile,
FSM knows oi'm an FSM chile, aaarrrgghh.
Oi didn't mean ter drink up all yer grog,
Oi'll give it roight back ter thee one o' these days.
Oi said oi didn't mean ter drink up all yer grog,
Oi'll give it roight back ter thee one o' these days.
An' if oi don't meet yer no more in this world
Then oi'll, oi'll meet yer in thee next one an' don't miss thee volcano, don't miss thee strippers.
Cause oi'm an FSM chile,
FSM knows oi'm an FSM chile, aaarrrgghh aaarrrgghh aaarrrgghh.
Oi'm an FSM chile, aaarrrgghh.
FSM Chile (Slight Repeating)
Well, oi'm floatin' next ter a mountain,
An' oi make some trees wi' thee tip o' me appendages.
Well, oi'm floatin' next ter a mountain,
An' oi make some poirates an' midgits wi' thee tip o' me appendages.
Well, oi pick up all thee pieces an' make an oisland,
May even raise just a little sand.
Cause oi'm an FSM chile,
FSM knows oi'm an FSM chile, aaarrrgghh.
Oi didn't mean ter drink up all yer grog,
Oi'll give it roight back ter thee one o' these days.
Oi said oi didn't mean ter drink up all yer grog,
Oi'll give it roight back ter thee one o' these days.
An' if oi don't meet yer no more in this world
Then oi'll, oi'll meet yer in thee next one an' don't miss thee volcano, don't miss thee strippers.
Cause oi'm an FSM chile,
FSM knows oi'm an FSM chile, aaarrrgghh aaarrrgghh aaarrrgghh.
Oi'm an FSM chile, aaarrrgghh.
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Re: Piratic Poetry
by Ravi Oli on Thu Mar 15, 2012 6:35 am
Oi 'as compozded a foine ditty thee crue 'ave 'eartily taken to as a koind ov pyrate anthem.
So Oi'd be amiss nort ta share this landlubber's lament with ye blaggards. 'Tis called...
Plunder fer Nothin'
Now look at them pyrates that's the way yer do it
Sail yer ships upon thee wide blue sea
That ain't workin' that's the way yer do it
Plunder for nothin' wenches for free
Now that ain't workin' that's the way yer do it
Lemme tell ya them lads ain't dumb
Robbin' treasures from the Spanish galleons
Chasin' the wenches an' drinkin' rum.
We gotta rob those Spanish galleons
Send 'em down to Davey Jones
We gotta bury our pyrate treasures
We gotta fly the skull and bones.
See the little Spanyerd with the earring and the make-up
Nay matey that's not 'is own hair
That little Spanyerd gonna lose 'is galleon
Plunderin' Spanyerds just don't seem fair
We gotta rob those Spanish galleons
Send 'em down to Davey Jones
We gotta bury our pyrate treasures
We gotta fly the skull and bones.
I shoulda' learned to sail the oceans
I shoulda' learned to fight an' not run
Look at that mama, she got 'em hangin' on the counter
Man we could 'ave 'ad some fun
The Capt'n's up there, what's that ? Arrrggghhhin' noises ?
Plank walkin' the Spanyerd to the deep blue sea
That ain't workin' that's the way yer do it
Get yer plunder for nothin' yer wenches for free
We gotta rob those Spanish galleons
Send 'em down to Davey Jones
We gotta bury our pyrate treasures
We gotta fly the skull and bones.
Now that ain't workin' that's the way yer do it
Sail yer ship upon thee wide blue sea
That ain't workin' that's the way yer do it
Plunder for nothin' get yer wenches for free
Plunder for nothin' get wenches for free
So Oi'd be amiss nort ta share this landlubber's lament with ye blaggards. 'Tis called...
Plunder fer Nothin'
Now look at them pyrates that's the way yer do it
Sail yer ships upon thee wide blue sea
That ain't workin' that's the way yer do it
Plunder for nothin' wenches for free
Now that ain't workin' that's the way yer do it
Lemme tell ya them lads ain't dumb
Robbin' treasures from the Spanish galleons
Chasin' the wenches an' drinkin' rum.
We gotta rob those Spanish galleons
Send 'em down to Davey Jones
We gotta bury our pyrate treasures
We gotta fly the skull and bones.
See the little Spanyerd with the earring and the make-up
Nay matey that's not 'is own hair
That little Spanyerd gonna lose 'is galleon
Plunderin' Spanyerds just don't seem fair
We gotta rob those Spanish galleons
Send 'em down to Davey Jones
We gotta bury our pyrate treasures
We gotta fly the skull and bones.
I shoulda' learned to sail the oceans
I shoulda' learned to fight an' not run
Look at that mama, she got 'em hangin' on the counter
Man we could 'ave 'ad some fun
The Capt'n's up there, what's that ? Arrrggghhhin' noises ?
Plank walkin' the Spanyerd to the deep blue sea
That ain't workin' that's the way yer do it
Get yer plunder for nothin' yer wenches for free
We gotta rob those Spanish galleons
Send 'em down to Davey Jones
We gotta bury our pyrate treasures
We gotta fly the skull and bones.
Now that ain't workin' that's the way yer do it
Sail yer ship upon thee wide blue sea
That ain't workin' that's the way yer do it
Plunder for nothin' get yer wenches for free
Plunder for nothin' get wenches for free
Send lawyers, guns and money...
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Re: Piratic Poetry
by black bart on Thu Mar 15, 2012 7:05 am
I feels like writin anuther ditty about bein Shipwrecked hentitled: "In Dire Straights".
The smoke wafted gently in the breeze across the poop deck and all seemed right in the world.
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Re: Piratic Poetry
by Roland Deschain on Thu Mar 15, 2012 3:55 pm
^^ A perfect ditty for a pirate. The next could be "Pirates of Swing", "Pirates in Ships", or "Walk the Plank". 
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Re: Piratic Poetry
by daftbeaker on Fri Mar 16, 2012 11:10 am
Roland Deschain wrote:^^ A perfect ditty for a pirate. The next could be "Pirates of Swing", "Pirates in Ships", or "Walk the Plank".
Plunder for Nothing surely?
On Every Ship and Rum Over Gold 
Edit - I can't decide if Treasure for Nothing works better, probably not. There's Mark Knopfler's solo work as well like Aye Aye Man and Boom, Jyint Hat
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Re: Piratic Poetry
by Ravi Oli on Fri Mar 16, 2012 5:14 pm
Oi fergot thee lead-in bit...
Oi want moi.... Oi want moi.... Oi want moi plun-der freeeee....
Oi want moi.... Oi want moi.... Oi want moi plun-der freeeee....
plunder: to rob of goods or valuables by open force, as in war, hostile raids, brigandage
treasure: wealth or riches stored or accumulated, especially in the form of precious metals
plunder be thee hakwirin'... treasure be thee hakqumulatin'...
'Tis known thee Dire Straits be hay foine stretch o'water fer wrecks n' shippes ta plunder....
Oi want moi.... Oi want moi.... Oi want moi plun-der freeeee....
Oi want moi.... Oi want moi.... Oi want moi plun-der freeeee....
daftbeaker wrote:I can't decide if Treasure for Nothing works better...
plunder: to rob of goods or valuables by open force, as in war, hostile raids, brigandage
treasure: wealth or riches stored or accumulated, especially in the form of precious metals
plunder be thee hakwirin'... treasure be thee hakqumulatin'...
'Tis known thee Dire Straits be hay foine stretch o'water fer wrecks n' shippes ta plunder....
Send lawyers, guns and money...
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Re: Piratic Poetry
by daftbeaker on Fri Mar 16, 2012 5:33 pm
Bugger, I forgot to look at the title of your masterpiece Ravi 
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Re: Piratic Poetry
by Roland Deschain on Fri Mar 16, 2012 7:58 pm
daftbeaker wrote:Bugger, I forgot to look at the title of your masterpiece Ravi
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