Pirates Lament
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
It’s a pirate life for you and me
Terror and treachery rule the seas
Ports of haven far and few between
Cut throats we are each and every one
Willing to betray our brothers in arms – no not my crew
My ship has burned and is wallowing in the shallows
The crew has left and gone leaving me hollow inside
No more rum, no more women, no more a pirate’s life for me
My parrot is dead, my life destroyed – a momentary setback for me
Will I rebuild? Who will man my ship? Oh lord will I have to do the work again?
A captain I was, a scullery boy I will be
Provided the Queen allows me to live this day
Tarred and feathered how humiliating to my ship and me
My flag a mockery of what it used to be
The sneaks and scoundrels that did this to me will pay
If I can ever find those that did this to me
They came in the night to steal my life away from me
Oh the shame and despair no more a pirate after this day
Now the birds attack what is left of my ship
I run and hide under the cover of the hull
They wing into the light only to swoop down for another fight
It’s better left to imagine what they used for weapons
I am in sore need of a bath now that they have left
Will they be back to attack again – I surely hope not
“Woe is me”, a pirate laments in prose against those that rose against him
