While you seek beauty in fancy culture – Da Vinci or Van Gogh
I find art in a swirling vulture or when e’er I shout “Land ho!”
For I sail the sea on a pirate ship a bounty for to find
In doing so I scarred my lip, my left eye she be blind
They say that pirates have no manners; they say we have no soul
We hoist the skull and crossbones banners and swig rum from a bowl
Well what you’ve heard ain’t far from true so skip the pleasantries
My courtships with the ocean blue and my dates all fall from trees
So hide your daughters and your wives, be it port or open sea
You won’t escape here with your lives, there’s nothing to fear but me!
‘Cause I’m a bloody irate pirate, rest assured it’s true
If you’ve a musket you best fire it ‘fore I run ya through – oy!
By Royce Waxenfelter
7/7/05
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