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sea-shanty pirate yo-ho old-timey experimental theatrical captainvulpine
Today while perusing the upper decks after a spell of horrible weather, I decided that the darling miscreant crew of defiled ratchildren under my employ might need some inspiration.
Lingo for the uninformed:
Yellowjack; flag we pirates fly when one's ship is plagued with the fever
Coffer- Treasure chest
Caulk- mending holes and weak areas
Jib- a particular sail, but "hang the jib" can also mean to frown.
Just so you people would know I'd do anything for you, it took a shot of rum for every two lines recorded to get that voice consistent.
HASHTAG IT #YO-HO
The beginning bit is for @oddbod
The rest is for @looprication
Me and my baby
Starin’ at the sea
Life is grand away from land
It’s the sailors life for me
The weather’s perfect
The wind in my hair
I got no worries, I’m in no hurry
And life is totally fair
.
.
.
Wrong.
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Heave ho
Heave ho, heave ho
...Mates.
The work is tough
The food is shit
The yellow Jack’s raised
and the food is shit.
(The work is tough
The food is shit)
The yellow Jack’s raised but you aint that sick
The coffer’s empt’
The rum’s been spent
No land in sight
And the rum’s been spent
(The coffer’s empt’
The rum’s been spent)
No land in sight when there shoulda been
The deck aint swabbed
The hull aint caulked
The captain’s mad that the hull aint caulked
(The deck aint swabbed
The hull aint caulked)
So get off yer ass and swab
Heave ho
Heave ho
You hang the jib
You break a rib
You can’t slow down when you break a rib
(We hang the jib
We break a rib)
And then you get back to work
You mutiny
You end up dead
You get marooned and you end up dead
(We mutiny
We end up dead)
Mark my words or lose your head
The Kraken looms
You sense the doom
You keep on working, you bilge rat croons
The Kraken looms
We hate this git
But we keep on working and the food is shit
Heave ho, heave ho