Posted: 9/19/2007 6:56:51 AM EDT
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Well, according to BunnyMan... Pirate = Secondary occupation of all WAHTFs. Ironically, today is International Talk Like a Pirate Day (as seen HERE) ... So Drink Up mateys!! ARRRRRGH! .......... Yes, work is this boring so far! |
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www.youtube.com/watch?v=a3VmwODZkVU Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot, Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho. We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot, Drink up me 'earties, yo ho. Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. We extort, we pilfer, we filch, and sack, Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho. Maraud and embezzle, and even high-jack, Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho. Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. We kindle and char, inflame and ignite, Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho. We burn up the city, we're really a fright, Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho. We're rascals, scoundrels, villans, and knaves, Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho. We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs, Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho. Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. We're beggars and blighters, ne'er-do-well cads, Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho. Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads, Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho. |
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As I was going over the Cork and Kerry Mountains I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin' I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier I said "Stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya" I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny I took all of his money yeah and I brought it home to Molly She swore that she loved me no never would she leave me But the devil take that woman, yeah, for you know she tricked me easy Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber Takin' my Molly with me, but I never knew the danger For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell I jumped up, fired my pistols, and I shot him with both barrels Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o Yeah, whiskey, yo, whiskey... Oh-oh, ya Now some men like a fishin', but some men like the fowlin' Some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball a-roarin' But me, I like sleepin', `specially in my Molly's chamber But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o Whiskey in the jar-o Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, hey Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ya |
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International Talk like a Pirate day is also a geek code now for putting as many illegal Shortwave radio stations on the air at one time as possible. They are called Pirate Stations. If you have a shortwave radio, today is a good day to try and listen in for some real funny shit... This morning I listened to some kid with an illegal station calling his show the Omish-Militant-Chicken hour.... It was pretty good, lots of Heavy metal.. |
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We were schooner rigged and rakish with a long and lissome hull And we flew the pretty colors of the crossbones and the skull. We had a big black Jolly Rodger flapping grimly at the fore. And we sailed the Spanish water in the happy days of yore. We had a long brass gun amidship like a well conducted ship We each had a brace of pistols and a cutlass at the hip. It's a point that tells against us and a fact to be deplored, but We chased the goodly merchantmen and laid their ships aboard. Then the dead men fouled the scuppers and the wounded filled the chains And the paintwork was all splatterdashed with other people's brains. She was boarded, she was looted, she was scuttled till she sank And the pale survivors left us by the medium of the plank. Oh then it was how saddening by the aft rail on the poop You could hear the drowning folk lament the absent chicken coop. And having washed the blood away we had little else to do Than dance a quiet hornpipe as the old salts taught us to. Ah the fiddle on the forecastle and the flapping naked soles And the genial "Down the middle Jake, and curtsey when she rolls". The silver seas around us and the pale moon overhead The lookout not a looking and his pipe bowl glowing red. Ah the pigtailed quidding pirates and the pretty pranks we played All have since been put a stop to by the naughty Board of Trade. The schooners and the merry crews are laid away to rest A little south the sunset in the islands of the blessed. And there be me first post, as a registered user, here in washington. |
