Pirate Party for Stella!

Arrgh-- I'm missing me own party!

Who's that great square spongy bastard there-- get 'im to swabbin the decks, aye?;)


It was a lovely family-and-a-few-random-friends yesterday.

My favorite gift was a pair of Raven feathers, looped to wear in my hair.
 
I've got some tunes:

♫ ♪ ♫ Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call
Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall
You've seen it all, you've seen it all

Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam
And in your belly you hold the treasures few have ever seen
Most of 'em dream, most of 'em dream

Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late
The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over-forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late

I've done a bit of smugglin', I've run my share of grass
I made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast
Never meant to last, never meant to last

And I have been drunk now for over two weeks
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks
But I got stop wishin', got to go fishin'
Down to rock bottom again
Just a few friends, just a few friends

I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
Though I ran 'em away, they'd come back one day
Still could manage to smile
Just takes a while, just takes a while

Mother, mother ocean, after all the years I've found
My occupational hazard being my occupation's just not around
I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown
I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown ♫ ♪ ♫
 
Nice one, Roxy!:D

A couple years back I was at a pirate fest, and there was one man who seemed to me to be the most authentic of them all-- hair pulled back in a short ponytail, he was wearing a a cream suit from the '80s, with a black shirt... A true Wall Street Raider.
 
BLOW THE MAN DOWN
Come all ye young sailors that follow the sea
(Way hey, blow the man down)
You must pay attention now listen to me
(Give me some time to blow the man down)

I'm a salty old pirate set sail from Hong Kong
(Way hey, blow the man down)
Give me some whiskey, I'll sing you my song
(Give me some time to blow the man down)

'Twas on a Black Baller I first served my time
(Way hey, blow the man down)
And on that Black Baller I wasted me prime
(Give me some time to blow the man down)

Now when the big liner, she's clear of land
(Way hey, blow the man down)
The bosun he roars out the word of command
(Give me some time to blow the man down)

Come quickly, lay aft to the break of the poop
(Way hey, blow the man down)
Or I'll help you along with the toe of me boot
(Give me some time to blow the man down)

'Tis larboard and starboard, on deck you will sprawl
(Way hey, blow the man down)
For Captain Van Wrinkle commands the Black Ball
(Give me some time to blow the man down)


he, he, he....what is it about this song that I like so much?:devil:
 
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning.

Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Early in the morning.

Put him in the long boat 'til he's sober
Put him in the long boat 'til he's sober
Put him in the long boat 'til he's sober
Early in the morning.

Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Early in the morning.

Pull out the bung and wet him all over
Pull out the bung and wet him all over
Pull out the bung and wet him all over
Early in the morning.

Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Early in the morning.

Put him in the scuppers with the deck pump on him
Put him in the scuppers with the deck pump on him
Put him in the scuppers with the deck pump on him
Early in the morning.

Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Early in the morning.

Heave him by the leg in a runnin' bowlin'
Heave him by the leg in a runnin' bowlin'
Heave him by the leg in a runnin' bowlin'
Early in the morning.


Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Early in the morning.

Tie him to the taffrail when she's yard-arm under
Tie him to the taffrail when she's yard-arm under
Tie him to the taffrail when she's yard-arm under
Early in the morning.


Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Early in the morning.

Put him in the bilge and make him drink it
Put him in the bilge and make him drink it
Put him in the bilge and make him drink it
Early in the morning.

Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Early in the morning.

Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Early in the morning.

Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Early in the morning.

Soak 'im in oil till he sprouts some flippers
Soak 'im in oil till he sprouts some flippers
Soak 'im in oil till he sprouts some flippers
Early in the morning.

Way hay and up she rises
Patent blocks o' diff'rent sizes
Way hay and up she rises
Earl-aye in the morning

Sling him in the long boat till he's sober
Keep him there and make 'im bale 'er.
Pull out the plug and wet him all over
Take 'im and shake 'im, try an' wake 'im.
Trice him up in a runnin' bowline.
Give 'im a taste of the bosun's rope-end.
Give 'im a dose of salt and water.
Stick on 'is back a mustard plaster.
Shave his belly with a rusty razor.
Send him up the crow's nest till he falls down
Tie him to the taffrail when she's yardarm under
Put him in the scuppers with a hose-pipe on him.
Soak 'im in oil till he sprouts flippers.
Put him in the guard room till he's sober.
Put him in bed with the captain's daughter (captain's daughter is a reference to a whip).
Take the Baby and call it Bo'sun.
Turn him over and drive him windward.
Put him in the scuffs until the horse bites on him.
Heave him by the leg and with a rung console him.
That's what we'll do with the drunken sailor.
 
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