To Be A Pirate
Ahoy, matey, and listen to my tale
Of high seas adventure under canvas sail
The jolly roger flag, I flew it high
Aboard my pirate ship, the Nellie Blye
With a cutlass and a crew by my side
No merchant ship from me could hide
Many’s the ship sent to the ocean’s floor
We’d ravage and pillage, then look for more
Our ship’s holds, they were treasure filled
Gold, silver, and pearls, for which we killed
A reward for our heads, it was a kingly sum
We scoffed at it over a keg or two of rum
Many poor souls we made walk the plank
At the end from under oot, we’d yank
The sharks they circled, waited for a meal
We could hear their cries and their squeals
When the voyage was over, treasure was divvied up
It could be doubloons, silver, or a gold cup
Back to port to gamble and drink it away
This was a typical pirates life every day
Then out to sea for another heist try
Never knowing if it was your day to die
Awake from my dream I was suddenly shook
Today I’d read more from my pirate book