A Pirate Weekend
Been out ta sea for many a month
Wid me pirate mates
Docked in town with treasure trunks
Out ta find some dates.
How’d ye like to meet my Peg,
No, she’s not me wife
That’s the name o’ my wooden leg
I carved it wid me knife.
This patch on me eye is just a trick
Ta make me look real tough
I know me beard is a little thick
And infested with some stuff.
But a pirate I be and we ain’t so clean
And haven’t been wid a woman in a year
So if ya want some of me treasures and you know what I mean
Come sit wid me over here.
We be leaving soon to steal and plunder
I ain’t got all night ya know
The Jolly Roger is the flag we be under
So just go wid the flow.
You can tell ‘em I made ya at the tip of me knife
And forced ‘ya in me bed
But we both know you wanta be a pirate’s wife
Just for the weekend ahead.
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