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[Sir Colchian Niveus]

Jajaja

[Captain meow]

give up you can't win trololo

[Sir Colchian Niveus]

who said that? jajaja

[Captain meow]

why you oh well i will sing the song of death prepare to lose your sanity
trololololo haha troololololo

[WannaBe]

the power of mermairds wont let you.. jajaja

[Sir Colchian Niveus]

lol jajaja

[Francois le Clerc]

Fifteen men on a dead man's chest—
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!

Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!

The mate was fixed by the bosun's pike,
The bosun brained with a marlinspike
And cookey's throat was marked belike
It had been gripped by fingers ten;
And there they lay, all good dead men
Like break o'day in a boozing ken—
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!

Fifteen men of the whole ship's list—
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!

Dead and be damned and the rest gone whist—
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!

The skipper lay with his nob in gore
Where the scullion's axe his cheek had shore—
And the scullion he was stabbed times four.
And there they lay, and the soggy skies
Dripped down in up-staring eyes—
In murk sunset and foul sunrise—
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!

Fifteen men of 'em stiff and stark—
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!

Ten of the crew had the murder mark
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!

Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead,
Or a yawing hole in a battered head—
And the scuppers' glut with a rotting red—

And there they lay—aye, damn my eyes!—
Looking up at paradise—
All souls bound just contrariwise—
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!

Fifteen men of 'em good and true—
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!

Ev'ry man jack could ha' sailed with Old Pew—
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!

There was chest on chest of Spanish gold,
With a ton of plate in the middle hold,
And the cabins riot of stuff untold.

And they lay there that took the plum,
With sightless glare and their lips struck dumb,
While we shared all by the rule of thumb—
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!

More was seen through a sternlight screen—
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!

Chartings undoubt where a woman had been!
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!

'Twas a flimsy shift on a bunker cot,
With a dirk slit sheer through the bosom spot
And the lace stiff dry in a purplish blot,

Oh was she wench or some shudderin' maid
That dared the knife and took the blade!
By God! she had stuff for a plucky jade—
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!

Fifteen men on a dead man's chest—
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!

Drink and the devil had done for the rest—
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!

We wrapped 'em all in a mains'l tight,
With twice ten turns of a hawser's bight,
And we heaved 'em over and out of sight—

With a Yo-Heave-Ho! and a fare-you-well!
And a sudden plunge in the sullen swell
Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell!
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!

[Francois le Clerc]

What will we do with a drunken sailor?
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning

Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and 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 and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning

Put him in the longboat until he's sober
Put him in the longboat until he's sober
Put him in the longboat until he's sober
Early in the morning

Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning

Stick him in the scrubbers with a hosepipe on him
Stick him in the scrubbers with a hosepipe on him
Stick him in the scrubbers with a hosepipe on him
Early in the morning

Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning

Put him in the bed with the captain's daughter
Put him in the bed with the captain's daughter
Put him in the bed with the captain's daughter
Early in the morning

Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning

That's what we do with a drunken sailor
That's what we do with a drunken sailor
That's what we do with a drunken sailor
Early in the morning

Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning

Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning

[Francois le Clerc]

THIS IS DEDICATED TO CAPT.COOK

In Marton town not far from the sea
There was a young boy who grew up to be
A Yorkshire man in every way
From Whitby town to Robin Hood's Bay

At the age of 18, a labourer's son
Fit and strong and six foot one
He dreamed of a life on the wide open sea
And knew that soon that's where he would be

CHORUS
He sailed from Plymouth away from England
Cape Horn, Tahiti then Botany Bay
On the good ship Endeavour and onto where ever
The coast of Australia showed him the way

From master to captain he was just 41
Saw planet Venus transit the sun
He sailed to New Zealand as Tasman had done
Then Terra Australis the land of the sun

CHORUS

In 1770 the 11th of June
On the Great Barrier Reef by the light of the moon
The Endeavour she crashed on the rocks on the sand
The captain said we must put her to land

When the ship was repaired they set off again
Along the coast of Cape York no one knew when
How long it would be, how much further to roam
They longed for the sight of their far distant home

CHORUS (repeat)
They'd sailed from Plymouth away from England
Cape Horn, Tahiti then Botany Bay
On the good ship Endeavour and onto where ever
The coast of Australia showed them the way

[Captain meow]

THAT IS IT PREPARE TO LOSE YOUR SANITY
TROLOLOOLO HA HA HA HA TROLOLOLOLOLO HA HA HA HA TROLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOHA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA