Pirate of the Sea
He sailed the seven seas
said just let our ship be
we'll drink our ale and rum
sail until our days are done
We drank barrels and barrels of rum
drank until sick and our bodies done
poison now running in our veins
drunken we did not get up again
Over time we became a pile of bones
Davey Jones locker now called home
once a pirate on the seven sea
all the drinking was the death of me.
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2024
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