A pirate’s life was supposed to be simple
We’d plunder, pillage, and steal!
Countless wenches, untold riches
But all I do is drink!
I joined the crew years ago
With pride and passion in my chest
Across the seas to foreign lands
All cause I wasn’t cut out for the navy!
Found ancient treasures
Boarded French vessels
Evaded deadly traps
But now all I do is drink!
We live in a little hole
On a barren rocky Island
Here we keep our treasure trove
Its that is our only home.
The ocean is vast and full of salt
The winds and waves conspire against us
I’ve pulled a hundred splinters from my flesh!
All the while I drink and drink!
One time we skirted the shore
And before the port a dreadful sight!
Strung up by golden ropes
They sway in the ocean’s breeze!
We return home and take our shares
Hide them somewhere dark and cold
In the shade, gold will never glow
But beer tastes quite the same!
Afterall what is the point
Of coin that’s never spent?
What good are all my travels
With no audience to tell my tales?
Never will I see my home again,
Never will I be betrothed
What legacy can I leave
From a life such as this?