A Pirate's Life For Me
A naughty piratical poem going around the Britsh shipping areas
Setting sail, on the high seas, cutlass in me hand We'll keep on going till we're home, till we're in sight o' land Starting in the north, South East Iceland so it's called We'll ride the waves, dodging shot and even cannonballs 🏴☠️ Heading into Faeroes, the sea's as rough as hell I'll call me up a wench or two when I ring me bell, I'll take my fill o' rum n water until I'm rather groggy We'll cross into Fair Isle soon,...