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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the corner of a pub There sits an old sea dog He tells the same old stories His mind is full of fog “Ahoy, me hearties! Pass the rum And I’ll spin you a yarn of old About the time I was a pirate A tale I’ve rarely told” “I’ve sailed the ocean blue I’ve had a bounty on me head Sailing under the Jolly Rodger Doom and fear we spread” “Few ships could out run My ship the Whores Desire Those that got too close Came under ferocious cannon fire” “Aye, I’ve scuppered many a vessel That dared to happen by Captives had just two choices To join us or to die” “My ship did on occasion Have mutineers, alas Those scurvy dogs soon saw my point The point of me cutlass” “I used to stand upon the deck With me parrot on me shoulder But, pirating became less fun As I was growing older” “I buried many a treasure On islands of such beauty But, my ageing mind was playing tricks I forget where I buried the booty” “Aye, I was an old sea dog for sure But me memory had gone No pieces of eight to be found I’d sailed me last horizon” “A pirate captain is no good If his mind has gone all blank It’ll end up only one way A short walk along the plank” “So that’s me story, all there is There’s no more to be told Ahoy, me hearties! Pass the rum And I’ll spin you a yarn of old” And so we’ll leave the old salt there And his constant repetition Three sheets to the wind, repeating yarns To anyone who cares to listen ©Gary Wayne Hill, 2019
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