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Great pirate songs

Well this isn't strictly a pirate song, but it's about men on a ship... It was running through my head this evening for some odd reason, so I figured I'd post it up here for your enjoyment...

I recall it done by Martin Mull, and was `co-written` by Mull and Steve Martin (who probably sang it with him on the album too). The album is called "I'm Everyone I Ever Loved", and is available on CD.

Anyhoo - I just love this funny old song! <img src="http://www.piratesahoy.com/forum/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/rolleyes.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":rolleyes:" border="0" alt="rolleyes.gif" />

"MEN"

Men, men, men, men
Men, men, men,men... (this is a constant chant behind the words)

It's great to be on a ship with men and sail across the sea, oh,
We don't know where we'll land or when, but it's great to be with men.

'Cause men can sweat and men can stink and no one seems to care, oh,
We'll throw the dishes in the sink and clog the drain with hair, oh!

(And clog the drain with hair, oh!)

Men, men, men,
We're a ship all filled with men,
So batten down the ladies' room, there's no one here but men!

There's men above and men below and men down in the galley,
There's Butch and Spike and Buzz and Biff and one guy we call Sally!
(And one guy we call Sally!)

Men, men, men,
We're a ship all filled with men,
You'll never have to lift the seat, there's no one here but men!

We're men and friends until the end and none of us are sissies,
At night we sleep in seperate beds and blow each other kissies!
(And blow each other kissies!)

Men, men, men,
we're a ship all filled with men,
So throw your rubbers overboard, there's no one here but men!

Amen (prounounced "Ahhhhh, men!") <img src="http://www.piratesahoy.com/forum/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/laugh.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid="xD:" border="0" alt="laugh.gif" />
 
Here's another - this is "Maggie May" (folksong, trad.)

Now you jolly sailor lads,
Come listen to my tale,
I'm sure you will have cause to pity me,
I was a damned young fool
In the port of Liverpool,
When I called there on my first port home from sea.

Refrain:
Oh Maggie, Maggie May
They have taken her away
To slave upon Van Dieman's cruel shore.
Oh, you robbed so many whalers,
And dosed so many sailors
But you'll never cruise 'round Peter Street no more.

I was staying at the Home,
From a voyage to Sierre Leone,
And `two-pound`-ten a month was all my pay,
As I jingled with my tin,
I was easy taken in,
By a little girl up there called Maggie May.

Oh, I'll never forget the day
When I first met Maggie May,
She was standing on a corner at Canning Place,
In a `full-sized` `crin-o`-line,
Like a frigate of the line,
And as she saw I was a sailor I gave chase.

She gave me a saucy nod,
And I, like a farmer's clod,
Let her take me line abreast in tow,
And under all plain sail,
We ran before the gale
And to the Crow's Nest Tavern we did go

Next morning when I woke,
I found that I was broke,
No shoes or shirt or trousers could I find,
When I asked her where they were,
She answers "My dear sir,
They're down in Lewis' pawnshop number nine."

So to Lewis' I did go,
But no clothing could I find,
And the policeman took that wicked girl away,
And the judge he guilty found her,
Of robbing a `homeward-bounder`,
And now she's doing time in Botany Bay.

She was chained and sent away
From Liverpool one day,
The lads all cheered as she sailed down the bay,
And every sailor lad,
He only was too glad
They'd sent that old whore out to Botany Bay.
 
<!--`QuoteBegin-Caporegime`+--><div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(Caporegime)</div><div class='quotemain'><!--QuoteEBegin-->You get the gist of it. <img src="http://www.piratesahoy.com/forum/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/diomed.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":dio" border="0" alt="diomed.gif" />  :dio  :dio[/quote]

Modified it here Caporegime <img src="http://www.piratesahoy.com/forum/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/tongue.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":blah:" border="0" alt="tongue.gif" /> <img src="http://www.piratesahoy.com/forum/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/icon_wink.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=";)" border="0" alt="icon_wink.gif" />

I'm a pirate and I'm okay,
I drink all night and I raid all day...
He's a pirate and he's okay, he drinks all night and he raids all day...
I slaughter crews, i steal their loot, i go to the brewery, on wendsdays I get wasted, and run rum secretly...
He slaugters crews, he steals their loot, he goes to teh brewery, on wendsdays he gets wasted, and runs rum secretly...
 
I named my flag ship after the Nellie J. Banks in POTC (Seadogs II), considering I do alot of smuggling! <img src="http://www.piratesahoy.com/forum/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/par-ty.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":cheers" border="0" alt="par-ty.gif" />
<img src="http://mhcap.peicaps.org/mhnelliebankscolored.jpg" border="0" class="linked-image" />

The Nellie J. Banks

There's rum in the hold of the Nellie J. Banks,
Prince Edward Island bound;
Late on a night when the moon shines bright,
You can find her off Georgetown.

She left St. Pierre on the tenth of May,
Prince Edward Island bound;
For the winter's done and there's very little rum,
In the harbours and the towns.
And the fishermen watch for the dirty sail,
As they trawl on Tracadie Bay;
And they give a great shout when they finally figure out,
Nellie Banks is on her way.

There's rum in the hold of the Nellie J. Banks,
Prince Edward Island bound;
Late on a night when the moon shines bright,
You can find her off Georgetown.

There's Captain Lillington at the helm,
He comes from Newfoundland;
With a bottle of brandy always on the deck,
And an extra case on hand.
He's drunk but he holds a leeward stance,
As he sails the schooner true;
And the government cutters simply fall astern,
When he shows what the Banks can do.

There's rum in the hold of the Nellie J. Banks,
Prince Edward Island bound;
Late on a night when the moon shines bright,
You can find her off Georgetown.

Well, the government cutters hug the shore,
With a glass upon Rum Row;
For they know the Nellie Banks is out upon the bay,
And a runner is sure to show.
And Lillington keeps her four miles out,
Though the boundary it is three;
But late at night when the cutter's out of sight,
She slips into a lee.

There's rum in the hold of the Nellie J. Banks,
Prince Edward Island bound;
Late on a night when the moon shines bright,
You can find her off Georgetown.

On an August night in the pale moonlight,
With the Banks off Short Point shore;
A shot rang out and a voice began to shout,
"Heave to, or we'll fire more!"
And the morning light saw a terrible sight,
As the Banks was towed away;
No more will the Nellie J. Banks run rum,
No more will the fishermen say:

There's rum in the hold of the Nellie J. Banks,
Prince Edward Island bound;
Late on a night when the moon shines bright,
You can find her off Georgetown.

Yes, there's rum in the hold of the Nellie J. Banks,
We saw her sail today;
You'll find her on the nights when the moon don't shine,
Three miles off Tracadie Bay.

####.... Lennie Gallant ....####

Note: One of Prince Edward Island's more notorious rum runners, the Nellie J. Banks eluded authorities until August 9, 1938, and was the last rum runner seized off Atlantic Canada.

Here's a brief history of her: <a href="http://mhcap.peicaps.org/mhp20nellie.html" target="_blank">http://mhcap.peicaps.org/mhp20nellie.html</a>
 
Here's me own favorite pirate song - Never Sea Land by Pirate Jenny. The lyrics aren't 100% accurate cuz some of them are hard to make out. I once asked the original writer about them, and he said the song never actually existed in paper form and he couldn't remember the lyrics himself, but that he liked mine just fine.

Here they be:

women and wine in a replica time
is better than a seasick sailor
cuz there's no more guts in this belly of mine
than a butcher or wealthy tailor

It's high tide
we're wastin time
and our eyes were once on fire
but now they're cold like a dead man's gaze
and I feel so sick and tired

Cuz we sail and we sail and we never sea land
just a rum in the bottle and a pipe in my hand
never got rich cuz we never had a plan
and the treasure just rots in the corner of the galley below

I ain't never get used to the stench of the bodies
as they shiver and retch and mumble
and ya only stop the screamin when you cut out their tongues
and they choke on bile and crumble
I dream I'm king of the seven seas
and I dream I play at renfair (I'm pretty sure I got this line wrong)
and I dream of a face right in front of me
and when I wake up it's a nightmare

Cuz we sail and we sail and we never sea land
just a rum in the bottle and a pipe in my hand
never got rich cuz we never had a plan
and the treasure just rots in the corner of the galley below

Stagnant death of a shipwrecked soul
like a splintered nap, like a rusted bowl
we lie through our smiles and we feign control
but we never make it back and we just get old

Sailin through the night
we fight
for anyone's glory
never got rich or wise
we try
for an orderly story
drink my thoughts away
and slay
and hope to handle
winter winds all day
I pray
for a burning candle
 
Here's a song from the famous 'Monkey Island' series of games:

---

A Pirate I Was Meant To Be

Haggis: We're a band of vicious pirates!
Edward: A sailin´ out to sea.
Bill: When you hear our gentle singing...
Haggis: You'll be sure to turn and flee!

Guybrush: Oh, this is just ridiculous.

Guybrush: Come on, men! We've got to recover that map!
Bill: That pirate will be done for, when he falls into our trap!
Bill: We're a club of tuneful rovers!
Haggis: We can sing in every clef!
Edward: We can even hit the high notes!
Haggis: It's just too bad we're tone deaf!

All: A pirate I was meant to be!
All: Trim the sails and roam the sea!

Guybrush: Let's go defeat that evil pirate!
Edward: We know he's sure to lose, ´cause we know just where to fire at!

Edward: We're thieving balladeers.
Haggis: A gang of cutthroat mugs.
Bill: To fight us off ye don't need guns!
Edward: Just really good ear plugs!

All: A pirate I was meant to be!
All: Trim the sails and roam the sea!

Guybrush: All right, crew, let's get to work!
Haggis: Our vocation is a thing we love, a thing we'd never shirk.

Haggis: We'll fight you in the harbor.
Bill: We'll battle you on land.
Edward: But when you meet singing pirates...
Guybrush: They'll be more than you can stand.

Bill: Ooooh! That was a good one!
Guybrush: No, it wasn't.

Guybrush: No time for song! We've got to move!
Bill: The battle will be long, but our courage we will prove!

Bill: We're a pack a´ scurvy sea dogs.
Haggis: Have we pity? Not a dram!
Edward: We all eat roasted garlic...
Haggis: ...then sing from the diaphragm!

All: A pirate I was meant to be!
All: Trim the sails and roam the sea!

Guybrush: Less singing, more sailing.
Edward: When we defeat our wicked foe, his ship he will be bailing!

Bill: If ye try ta fight us...
Haggis: ...you will get a nasty whackin´!
Edward: If ya disrespect our singing´...
Bill: ...we will feed ya to a kraken!

All: A pirate I was meant to be!
All: Trim the sails and roam the sea!

Guybrush: I´m getting so sick of you guys and your rhyming.
Haggis: We´re ready to set sail, through the cannons need a priming.

Edward: We're troublesome corsairs!
Bill: And we've come to steal your treasures!
Haggis: We would shoot you on the downbeat...
Edward: ...but we have to rest five measures.

All: A pirate I was meant to be!
All: Trim the sails and roam the sea!

Guybrush: Stop! Stop! Stop!
Bill: The brass is what we'll polish and the deck is what we'll mop.

Guybrush: You say you're nasty pirates...
Guybrush: ...scheming, thieving, bad bushwhackers?
Guybrush: From what I've seen I tell you...
Guybrush: ...you're not pirates! You're just slackers!

All: A pirate I was meant to be!
All: Trim the sails and roam the sea!

Guybrush: We'll surely avoid scurvy if we all eat an orange.
Haggis: And...!
Haggis: ...um...
Bill: Well...
Edward: ...err...
Bill: Door hinge?
Edward: No, no...
Bill: Guess the song's over, then.
Haggis: Guess so.
Edward: Okay, back to work.
Guybrush: Well gee. I feel a little guilty, now.

---

And here's the link to hear it for yourselves:
<a href="http://www.worldofmi.com/features/lyrics/A%20pirate%20I%20was%20meant%20to%20be.mp3" target="_blank">http://www.worldofmi.com/features/lyrics/A...t%20to%20be.mp3</a>
 
Good song and welcome aboard mate <img src="http://www.piratesahoy.com/forum/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/hi.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":gday" border="0" alt="hi.gif" />
 
I don't know if this has been posted here before, but there was a fun video paradizing "Pirate I was Meant to Be," called "A Fanboy I was Meant to Be."

You can download it <a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/laxoman/Movies/pirate%20song.mp4" target="_blank">here</a>.
 
Here's another flash of "A Pirate I Was Meant To Be"

<a href="http://newgrounds.com/portal/view/94678" target="_blank">http://newgrounds.com/portal/view/94678</a> click on "Watch This Movie" <img src="http://www.piratesahoy.com/forum/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/icon_mrgreen1.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":cheeky" border="0" alt="icon_mrgreen1.gif" />

***edit - DOH - I fixed the link!***
 
Hahahahehehe.. arrrr!!!!
<img src="http://www.piratesahoy.com/forum/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/laugh.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid="xD:" border="0" alt="laugh.gif" /> <a href="http://newgrounds.com/portal/view/94678" target="_blank">http://newgrounds.com/portal/view/94678</a>

That's a swell find there me lassie! Well doon, eh?

Near thought ye was a NG'er, ack! <img src="http://www.piratesahoy.com/forum/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/icon_eek.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":shock:" border="0" alt="icon_eek.gif" />

I love that flick and the animaion teh go aloing wit it was suporbe!!!!

*hic* *hic* <img src="http://www.piratesahoy.com/forum/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/par-ty.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":cheers" border="0" alt="par-ty.gif" />
 
Here is a pirate song from Running Wild,
Running Wild is a Heavy Metal band

Running Wild - Calico Jack

Up with the roger, the vessel is close
Cannons are loaded, the weapons prepared
Set up more sails, the distance grows
They try to escape, but we shan’t care

Calico Jack - listen and here my command
Calico Jack - I lead you to victory
Calico Jack - we shall win in the end
Calico Jack - you may believe what I foresee

Down with the roger, the vessel’s too far
It’s time for the red flag, no remorse
Anne and Mary, more rum in my jar
Need more refreshment, before we set course

Changing the course, we must get in touch
Triple afford, he must not escape
Our breath in their neck, they feel our grudge
We have to hurry to get them in scrape
Fight!

Acrid smell of smoke in the air
White flag’s rising, mainmast breaks
Ears go deaf by my brother’s blare
Upper deck is taken over

All of a sudden a yelling cry
Ports turn open, what a mess
Soldiers get out ’n’ comrades die
Desperate fights, we’re on the loose

The Judge:
John Rackham
You are charged and found guilty of murder and piracy of the high seas
In the name of Her Majesty you will be taken from this court
And be hung, drawn and quartered
What are your last words?

Calico Jack:
My last words? Ha ha!
Who do you think you are?
What right have you to judge over my destiny?
Take your pompous words and stick ’em where the sun don’t shine
I swear that we will meet again
Bye
 
I just wrote one this morning. It was inspired by a thread on another pirate forum. It's silly, but tavern songs usually are. Ye have to be drunk to appreciate most of them right well... Aye.




Cider and Rum

When once I went ashore
on the Isle of Tempest Tossed Timbers
I was wanting nothing more
than a place to put up me limbers
when the strangest thing then happened to me
since I lost me wits in a storm at sea
a kilt wearin' pirate and a redhead to boot
got up on a table and started to hoot
he sang of ale and mead and stout
he kicked up his legs and he danced about
and when his singing had reached its din
the rest of the tavern stood up and joined in


CHORUS:
Cider and Rum and William's bum
a drink and a drink and a naked chum
we'll sing for the first and not the last
for the one's for thirst and the other a lass
so when offered a Scotsman instead of a drink
remember yer wits and stop to think!


The site was enough to scare
the most sober and solemn a sailor
and though I tried not to stare
it was hard not to notice the tailor
had forgotten to make this scotsman some pants
to wear underneath when he felt like a dance
for it lifted like fog and revealed a moon
as red and foreboding as an omen of doom
so I looked for an exit to find me way out
as he kicked up his legs and danced about
and I stood up and turned to make me retreat
when the drunken crowd jumped up from their seats!


CHORUS:
Cider and Rum and William's bum
a drink and a drink and a naked chum
we'll sing for the first and not the last
for the one's for thirst and the other a lass
so when offered a Scotsman instead of a drink
remember yer wits and stop to think!


The crowd joined arm in arm
and went swinging around the tables
and I feared I might come to harm
in a crowd of drunks unstable
when a lass took me hand as I tried to flee
and she laughed and cried it's harmless you see
for many a scotsman prefers a breeze
to the feel of the woolens between his knees
for it frees them to dance when the spirit is willin'
and it can't be helped when their mouths they're fillin'
with ale and mead and rum and stout
so drown yer cares and join the shout!


CHORUS:
Cider and Rum and William's bum
a drink and a drink and a naked chum
we'll sing for the first and not the last
for the one's for thirst and the other a lass
so when offered a Scotsman instead of a drink
remember yer wits and stop to think!
 
Good one, Red! <img src="http://www.piratesahoy.com/forum/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/onya.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":onya" border="0" alt="onya.gif" /> Sounds like a whale of a drinking song! <img src="http://www.piratesahoy.com/forum/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/icon_mrgreen1.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":cheeky" border="0" alt="icon_mrgreen1.gif" />

Anyone here ever hear of the Poxy Boggards? They're a singing group that plays at RenFaires and also in pubs around the Southern California area, and they're mighty good... The "drinking group with a singing problem", LOL!

<a href="http://www.poxyboggards.com/" target="_blank">http://www.poxyboggards.com/</a> Their CD's are great, and I highly recommend them!

HAPPY JACK'S UNDRINKABLE ALE
Lyrics and Music by Stu Venable (of the Poxy Boggards)
Copyright 1992 Stu Venable

Good sailors sing songs of lassies and bravery and fortune
How the sea fills their hearts with the courage to do mighty deeds
But I'll sing a song of a sailor I met in Jamaica
Who tested the bravest of brave in all seven seas.
Happy Jack's undrinkable ale
One mighty sup puts the wind in your sail
It's Happy Jack's undrinkable ale.
Our captain once tried a tankard of Jack's mighty potion
He seemed all right so we all went off to bed
We woke to the screams of our captain way up in the crow's nest
He tried to fly with the wind and he ended up dead.
Chorus
This ale was as dark as a night with no moon in December
As bitter as a man who lost his pizzle in May
As strong as six horses, as bitter and evil as Judas
Ask the worldliest drinkers of Jack's, they'll most surely say.
Chorus
I sailed with a lad who was tall and as wide as a mountain
One half a pint put this sailor down upon one knee
We watched as he turned as white as the high cliffs of Dover
And `threw-up` old Jack's as a gift to the mighty blue sea.
Chorus
I once tried a thimble of Jack's demonic invention
But for the spinning I felt that I was all right
I woke with a chicken, two ducks, a lamb and an oxen
By the looks on their faces I must have had a good night.
Chorus
 
With me impending bithday on the 26th of this month, I feel a particular Jimmy Buffett song is entirely appropriate. Huzzah!

PIRATE LOOKS AT FORTY - Jimmy Buffett

Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call,
Wanted to sail upon your waters
since I was three feet tall.
You've seen it all, you've seen it all.

Watch the men who rode you,
Switch from sails to steam.
And in your belly you hold the treasure
that few have ever seen, most of them dreams,
Most of them dreams.

Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years too late.
The cannons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late.

I've done a bit of smugglin'
I've run my share of grass.
I made enough money to buy Miami,
But I pissed it away so fast,
Never meant to last, never meant to last.

I have been drunk now for over two weeks,
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks,
But I've got to stop wishin',
Got to go fishin', I'm down to rock bottom again.
Just a few friends, just a few friends.

Instrumental solo

I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
And though I ran away, they'll come back one day.
And still could manage a smile
It just takes awhile, just takes awhile.

Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found
My occupational hazard being my occupations
just not around.
I feel like I've drowned,
Gonna head uptown.

<img src="http://www.piratesahoy.com/forum/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/par-ty.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":cheers" border="0" alt="par-ty.gif" />
 
Good songs all around, any song that get me in the mood for drinking is a good song in my book. <img src="http://www.piratesahoy.com/forum/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/par-ty.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":cheers" border="0" alt="par-ty.gif" />

Just popped in to pay my respects to William Red Wake, How you been, old pirate! <img src="http://www.piratesahoy.com/forum/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/hi.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":gday" border="0" alt="hi.gif" />

Just to keep the thread going, here's a little ditty by Old `Bily-Bonesl` Shakeshisbeer:

The master, the swabber, the boatswain and I,
The gunner and his mate,
Lov’d Mall, Meg, and Marian and Margery,
But none of us car’d for Kate;
For she had a tongue with a tang,
Would cry to a sailor, ‘Go hang!’
She lov’d not the savour of tar nor of pitch,
Yet a tailor might scratch her `where-e`’er she did itch:
Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang.

<b>The Tempest Act II sc II</b>
 
<!--QuoteBegin-"CatalinaThePirate"+--><div class='quotetop'>QUOTE("CatalinaThePirate")</div><div class='quotemain'><!--QuoteEBegin-->Stan Rogers, a wonderful Canadian singer/songwriter, wrote this:

<!--quoteo--><div class='quotetop'>QUOTE</div><div class='quotemain'><!--quotec--><b>Barrett's Privateers</b>

O the year was 1778
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
A letter of marque came from the king
To the scummiest vessel I've ever seen

(chorus) <i>God damn them all
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
The last of Barrett's Privateers</i>

2. O Elcid Barrett cried the town
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
For twenty brave men all fishermen who
Would make for him the Antelope's crew
<i>God damn them all . . . .</i>

3. The Antelope sloop was a sickening site
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
She'd list to the port and her sails in rags
And the cook in the scuppers with the staggers and jags
<i>God damn them all . . . .</i>

4. On the King's birthday we put to sea
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
`Ninety-one` days to Montego Bay
Pumping like madmen all the way
<i>God damn them all . . . .</i>

5. On the `ninety-sixth` day we sailed again
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
When a bloody great Yankee hove in sight
With our cracked `four-pounders` we made to fight
<i>God damn them all . . . .</i>

6. The Yankee lay low down with gold
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
She was broad and fat and loose in stays
But to catch her took the Antelope two whole days
<i>God damn them all . . . .</i>

7. Then at length she stood two cables away
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
Our cracked `four-pounders` made awful din
But with one fat ball the Yank stove us in
<i>God damn them all . . . .</i>

8. The Antelope shook and pitched on her side
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs
And the main truck carried off both me legs
<i>God damn them all . . . .</i>

9. Now here I lay in my `twenty-third` year
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
It's been six years since we sailed away
And I just made Halifax yesterday
<i>God damn them all . . . .</i><!--QuoteEnd--></div><!--QuoteEEnd-->It's quite a stirring song, especially if you get the whole room singing on the chorus...

I've always loved Stan's music. This is the only "pirate" one, but he wrote and sang some great Canadian maritime and folk music in his time.<!--QuoteEnd--></div><!--QuoteEEnd-->

Excellent song! I am a huge fan of Stan Rogers. Probably the greatest musician to ever write songs about the sea. If you're interested, try and download "Flowers of bermuda" or "Fogarty's cove"
 
Heres a good one

Salty Dog by Flogging Molly

I’ll wait for you till I turn blue
There’s nothin’ more a man can do
Don’t get your bollocks in a twist
Settle down, don’t take a fit
Ya drank with demons straight form Hell
They almost nearly won as well
Ya wiped the floor with victory
Then puked until you fell asleep

Blackened was the banshee’s wail
These boot will never fill her jail
So you crawled into an empty boat
For the Gulf of Mexico
Till Cortez came an’ when so did you
From the ashes charred and blue
Smellin’ like a Salty Dog
Back from Hell where you belong

Anarchy, the scourge of every sea
The Antichrist aboard a rig
With us your cutthroat thieves
The ship went down we all near drowned
Ya stood there on the deck
Till the Spanish came and flogged yer arse
And dragged you from the wreck

They threw a rope around yer neck
To watch you dance the jig of death
Then left ya for the starvin’ crows
Hoverin’ like hungry whores
One flew down plucked out yer eye
The other he had in his sights
Ya snarled at him, said leave me be
I need the bugger so I can see
 
Weird Beard by The Mad Caddies

The night was dark, the seas were rough, the port lay straight ahead
The booze ran out, the men grew tired and this is what they said:
"Captain if you cannot find a place to set her down
Then you'll be sleeping right along with this vessel in the ground"

Oh the Jolly Roger pulled through and made it to the land
We disembarked, went into town with a vengeance in our hand
The children cried, the women sighed, the men would turn their heads
So with a smile, we chated loud and this is what we said

WHOOOOAAAH! Raise 'em in the air!
We'll lock ye up and slap ye down and never seem to care!
WHOOOOAAAH! 'Nother one for me!
We're the filthy vermin that'll set ye people free!
We're the filthy vermin that'll set ye people free!

With nothing left for us to drink, the night was winding down
But still, the girls kept swaggering and still hanging around
"Oh mister can you tell me where I can find a man?"
The only thing that you'll find's the backside of me hand!

WHOOOOAAAH! Raise 'em in the air!
We'll lock ye up and slap ye down and never seem to care!
WHOOOOAAAH! 'Nother one for me!
We're the filthy vermin that'll set ye people free!
We're the filthy vermin that'll set ye people free!
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I read somewhere just recently that a lot of sea chanteys were basically work songs - and usually repetitive and kinda boring. To spice them up for later on when they weren't working, the mariners turned them into DRINKING SONGS!!! <img src="http://www.piratesahoy.com/forum/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/laugh.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid="xD:" border="0" alt="laugh.gif" />

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<b>A Drinking Song</b> (unknnown author)

Back at the house a bottle is found
and opened in honour of those who have drowned
While we who have not are stricken with guilt
and dutifully see that not one drop is spilt

We're drinking to life, we're drinking to death
We're drinking 'till none of our livers are left
We're winding our way down to the spirit store
We'll drink 'till we just can't drink any more

Raise your glasses high!
Drink the cellar dry!

Well bloody my nose and blacken my eye
If it ain't some young turk in search of a fight
And Shaunticles' chest is sagging with pride
for honour has yet to be satisfied

Well heaven be thanked we live in an age
where no man need bother except on the stage
With Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori
and definitely not tonight...

I can still remember
when I was just a kid
I was free to do what I wanted to
but never ever did
And now with years of discretion reached may we not forget
Liberte Egalite Fraternite
For there's life in the old world yet

There'll always be an England
an Ireland and our France
A Lichtenstein and Finland
For we have only one chance

Then this young man with an unhealthy tan
puts a drink in my hand and says I understand
You're in search of a place to continue the chase
of the heavenly taste I suggest in that case
That you all come with me to my place by the sea
where the glasses shall be overflowing with free
alcoholic delights (and free love if you like)
For what point has this life if you can't realise your dreams?

Raise your glasses high!
And drink the town dry!

We'll drink beyond the boundaries of sense
We'll drink 'till we start to see lovely pink elephants
Inside our heads, inside our beds, inside the threads of our pyjama legs
So don't shoot 'till you see the reds of our eyes
And an army of elephants marching behind
From the day I was born 'till the night I will die
All my lovers will be pink and elephantine!
 
Officer's Mess Song from Master and Commander

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Safe and sound at home again, let the waters roar, Jack.
Safe and sound at home again, let the waters roar, Jack.

Chorus
Long we've tossed on the rolling main, now we're safe ashore, Jack.
Don't forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee `rye-eye`-doe!

Since we sailed from Plymouth Sound, four years gone, or nigh, Jack.
Was there ever chummies, now, such as you and I, Jack?

Long we've tossed on the rolling main, now we're safe ashore, Jack.
Don't forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee `rye-eye`-doe!

We have worked the `self-same` gun, quarterdeck division.
Sponger I and loader you, through the whole commission.

Long we've tossed on the rolling main, now we're safe ashore, Jack.
Don't forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee `rye-eye`-doe!

Oftentimes have we laid out, toil nor danger fearing,
Tugging out the flapping sail to the weather earring.

Long we've tossed on the rolling main, now we're safe ashore, Jack.
Don't forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee `rye-eye`-doe!

When the middle watch was on and the time went slow, boy,
Who could choose a rousing stave, who like Jack or Joe, boy?

Long we've tossed on the rolling main, now we're safe ashore, Jack.
Don't forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee `rye-eye`-doe!

There she swings, an empty hulk, not a soul below now.
Number seven starboard mess misses Jack and Joe now.

Long we've tossed on the rolling main, now we're safe ashore, Jack.
Don't forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee `rye-eye`-doe!

But the best of friends must part, fair or foul the weather.
Hand yer flipper for a shake, now a drink together.

Long we've tossed on the rolling main, now we're safe ashore, Jack.
Don't forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee `rye-eye`-doe!
 
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