Gather Around
Gather around an I'll tell ye a tale
Of infamous pirates who in their hey day
Lived in old Bull Bay.
These guys were scurvy naves, cut throats, liars,
Thieves, and believe it or not it all added up to
Typical drunks who would sail
With the wind at their backs through any gale
To hide their treasures in the caves along the
Waterways.
Gather around an I'll tell ye a tale
Of men who marked their trail
So well that you'd only see them coming or going
To the cave passage ways.
These guys were scurvy naves, cut throats, liars,
Thieves, and believe it or not it all added up to
Typical drunks who would sail
In to towns where lawlessness
Would prevail
So they could slip away.
Gather around an I'll tell ye a tale
Of savage men who weren't frail
Who knew the water all the way to Bombay.
These guys were scurvy naves, cut throats, liars,
Thieves, and believe it or not it all added up to
Typical drunks who would sail
With whales
When underweigh.
Gather around an I'll tell ye a tale
Of guys who were scurvy naves, cut throats, liars,
Thieves, and believe it or not it all added up to
Typical drunks who would sail.
Copyright © Bette Bavington | Year Posted 2019
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