Shanty Poems - Poems about Shanty

When the ocean’s calm and shiny it be joyous to behold When the spyglass sights Port Royal there be good rum to be sold When a pirate holds the spyglass and his ship be filled of gold Might he take a wife and buy some rum and stay there till he’s old But a pirate ain’t for settling down...

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2. "over the waters blue the night winds sigh, the breakers roar ... Samual Taylor Coleridge Wailing wind amid strongest ocean storm Night falls swiftly on tumultuous scene Sailors aware for they have been well-warned This is their reality not a dream. Through long hours before sun ordains to rise Neptune's wrath bombards with no sign of grace Mariners strong, elements...

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day ends in a shanty town When crossing the bridge to the shanty town The day was almost over, blank and tired and due to pollution, the light on the bridge had a hue of aureate The huts in the township were utterly miserable consisted of bricks, stones, plywood and corrugated iron were the roof of all the shacks a roof...

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A Sea Shanty! Mother call your children home, put them in their beds. Tell them stories of better times, and try to fill their heads. Give them dreams of yesterday, and promises for tomorrow, but bless them, Lord, as they sleep, and take away their sorrow. Jeff the crewman, singing at the wheel of the Maid... heading...

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We are out in the ocean where the spray is rough Old Medley Meanie decides to get meaner and tough We take Captain Smithe and we throw him overboard. We are a crew of roughnecks with our hatchet and sword! Cap’n is gone, we are cheering our rebel! The ocean has taken him, he’s head’d for hell. We are fighting to...

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A land which doesn’t much nutrients wield Will certainly not many grains yield. This I had, flatly, told friend Daniel: A farmer with more time for spaniel While it had been Terrible Story In a Rice Field of One-Time Glory! And he had begun to with The Dog hunt, While each time he was back I would be blunt. Daniel,...

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Murderers and rapists they all be Vlad Putins scumbags, his army They should all be hung from a tree For all the world to see. (huh) (Chorus) They bombed cities and towns as well And made the landscape look like hell The Russians claimed it was only a drill But it's their excuse to kill. In close combat Russians can't fight Despite their superior military...

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One fine day I was fishing at sea Two big blue whales swam up by me They flicked their tails sent up a spray All I could do was watch and pray They kept flicking and sank my boat I'm now in the water and here I float If no one is around to save my life Then a widow she'll be,...

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Universal Sea Shanty; or, The Generic Folk Song Sailing with potatoes Sailing with potatoes Sailing with potatoes The perfect Irish jig....

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The sea that surrounds this narrow land floats its salted scent across on a misted wind. It calls to us, a rolling song of a thousand voices, swallowed by its merciless depths. They chant a crashing chorus of ships and sails, prayers and fishing nets, protesting their watery fate— as if to affirm their seafaring souls, which are never lost, but summon their earthly brothers to the shore....

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Shanty Town The sun goes down on Shanty Town And drags all light away And not one moonbeam touches ground Though numerous are they. Not even do the eyes of owls Pervade the ebon plight Where air is foul, where stray dogs howl, And babes cry through the night....

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Sheila grew up in a shanty town Met a shanty man in woods round Lived in a shanty shack for quite a while But her shanty man never did truly smile So she moved on to a shanty boat Mississippi living easy as a float Sheila took a job in a shanty band Made money when they reached dry land Soon divorced the...

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Set your willy on fire boys, set your willy on fire Dance and sing and hop and scream and set your willy on fire....

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Each footprint we make is a step closer to that moment we brake and no recent dreams are formed from that cosmic meltdown to Which you will encounter a crimson cow that’s Lurking behind your cup of morning darkness. The laughing mortar whispers through The broken window and asked are you ok, as I walked down the street...

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A shanty-man from a shanty-town came by shanty-boat to Shanty-Round. He was the newest man in this Shanty-village, we felt was a town. His middle was solid and amazingly thick. And his hairy neck was blistered, and brick-like, this Nick. His face and hair were golden, and he wore an enormously big gun. Some thought they were pretty tough, until...

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