A Pirate Me Be
Ahoy there matey, I pirate I be
and out on the ocean
is where I roam free.
With the wind on me back
and me flag that be black.
I fly it so high
as I set out to see,
to see what treasures,
what treasures there be.
Me sails they be red
and two lass in me bed.
My lips always moist
with the drinks of me choice.
Such a life that this is
this life it's fer me.
Always a piratin,
a pirate I'll be.
My weapon be fear.
struck from me cannons you'll hear.
As they draw near
and you see the red mast.
Fer no one shall escape,
me treacherous grasp.
I'll board yer ship,
with me rum on me hip.
I takes what I want
and then I be gone.
Drinking away
and singing me song.
I laugh as me shot
rains down from the sky.
Screaming, I'll be a pirate,
till the day that I die.
I loot and I pillage
and plunder and take.
The possessions from the weak
to add to the fortune I make.
I don't need class,
I just grab any lass.
See, all that I want.
I takes it for free.
Cause they all tremble
at the likes of me.
I don't fight fair,
no honor or glory.
I'm your children's
terrible bed time story.
Quick with a pistol
and quicker with a knife.
Singing, I'll be a pirate,
fer all of me life.
So ahoy there matey, a pirate I be.
Now what does ya have,
to bargain yer life fer with me?
Copyright © Grobb Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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