Avast ye wanderin' barnicle ridden bunch of oarfish. What be yer booty?
Arghhhh!
Bob and Susan - 9-19-2007 at 05:01 AM
"posted on 9-19-2007 at 02:22 AM"
someone NEEDS togo to bedOsprey - 9-19-2007 at 05:38 AM
We seven seas seadogs have no time for sleep, we be bucklin' our swashes n varnishin' the ole leg peg makin ready to board and kill and sack, maties.capt. mike - 9-19-2007 at 06:09 AM
avast?!DENNIS - 9-19-2007 at 06:18 AM
You guys are nuts.Diver - 9-19-2007 at 06:29 AM
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Originally posted by DENNIS
You guys are nuts.
.Cypress - 9-19-2007 at 06:32 AM
Shiver me Timbers!oldhippie - 9-19-2007 at 06:42 AM
Dar matey, too much grog on the poop deck last? Makes ye mind a bit athwartships, don't ye know. We'll see how the picaroon feels when he crawls out
of the fo'c's'le for his morning grub.
yo ho, yo ho, it's a pirate's life for me!edinnopolo - 9-19-2007 at 07:35 AM
Nuts or halfnuts, but still good for a morning chucklePaulina - 9-19-2007 at 07:47 AM
Yargh! Splice the mainbrace!
Sept. 19 is Talk Like a Pirate Day ya bloody leeward rail ridin' pack o' lubbers!
Drink Up Me Hearties YO HO!
[Edited on 9-19-2007 by Halboo]bajadock - 9-19-2007 at 08:02 AM
DRUNKEN SAILOR
What shall we do with a drunken sailor? (x3)
Early in the morning.
(Chorus)
Yo ho, up she rises (x3)
Put him in the long boat 'til he's sober (x3)
Pull out the bung and wet him all over (x3)
Put him in the scuppers with the deck pump on him (x3)
Heave him by the leg in a runnin, bowlin, (x3)
Tie him to the taffrail when she's yard-arm under (x3
Put him in the bilge and make him drink it (x3)
Shave his belly with a rusty razor (x3)
Soak 'im in oil till he sprouts some flippers (x3)
Put 'im in bed with the Captain's daughter (x3)
to the taffrail when she's yard-arm under (x3)
Put him in the bilge and make him drink it (x3)
Shave his belly with a rusty razor (x3)
Soak 'im in oil till he sprouts some flippers (x3)
Put 'im in bed with the Captain's daughter (x3)
...any pirate language translators?capn.sharky - 9-19-2007 at 08:06 AM
Aaargh---bring 'er alongside boys....we'll be makin' er crew walk the gangplank.
Check belowdecks for the women, maties. We may be able to drop anchor in a nice bay tonight--if'n yer git me drift, mates.oldlady - 9-19-2007 at 08:20 AM
:lolid you
guys drink every drop of grog in Baja last night?DanO - 9-19-2007 at 09:13 AM
Buncha bilge rats, alla ya!Mango - 9-19-2007 at 10:22 AM
Arrr! Landlubbers beware! We be storming ye gate and fetching me grog! Lock ya wenches if ye knows what is best!
backninedan - 9-19-2007 at 12:18 PM
Batten down the after poop, keelhaul the boatswains mate!!!!Sharksbaja - 9-19-2007 at 12:28 PM
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Originally posted by capt. mike
avast?!
Sounds more piratelike than "stop"
arghhh matey, had ye attended Davey Jones School of Pirate Talk ye'd not be spinnin' tales of mermaids with bairds!DENNIS - 9-19-2007 at 02:14 PM
When are they going to have a "Talk like a South-Central L.A. pimp" day?
I be knowin dat mu***a.bajajudy - 9-19-2007 at 02:15 PM
Aye mate, of course we are lost, no one has been here before!
Capt JackMango - 9-19-2007 at 02:21 PM
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Originally posted by DENNIS
When are they going to have a "Talk like a South-Central L.A. pimp" day?
I be knowin dat mu***a.
Personally, me myself tink dat be good.windgrrl - 9-19-2007 at 06:15 PM
From my land-locked home province ( a sea of grain):
"The Last Saskatchewan Pirate" - The Arrogant Worms
We stumbled upon this little ditty while doing research on the Net in regards to seminal pirate songs. While we're not terribly familiar with the work
of The Arrogant Worms we couldn't help but smile at their chutzpah. I mean who would have thought there'd be pirates in Canada? Not us, that's for
sure. Then again the pirate spirit has the uncanny ability of manifesting itself anywhere it damn well pleases, Canada included.
Based on the first verse and chorus, this song is about a chap who just couldn't take it anymore. Instead of telling his bosses to take their job and
shove it, he decided he'd shove it to the man, pirate style.
"The Last Saskatchewan Pirate" excerpt:
Well, I used to be a farmer and I made a living fine/
I had a little stretch of land along the C. P. line/But times got tough, and though I tried, the money wasn't there/The bankers came and took my land
and told me, "Fair is fair"/I looked for every kind of job, the answer always no/"Hire you now?" they'd always laugh, "We just let twenty go!" (Ha
ha!)/The government, they promised me a measly little sum/But I've got too much pride to end up just another bum/Then I thought, who gives a damn if
all the jobs are gone/I'm gonna be a pirate on the river Saskatchewan! (Arr!)
{Refrain:}
And it's a heave (ho!) hi (ho!), coming down the plains/
Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains/And it's a ho (hey!) hi (hey!), farmers bar yer doors/When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's
mighty shores…
It's the sailin' life fer me - Avast, thar she blows, we need all she's got, she's breakin apart at warp 10 cap'n (whoops that's a diferent ship).
Where's me captains' log? It mus' be aboot here sumwhere's, eh? Perhaps aboard me prairie schooner... Bedman - 9-19-2007 at 06:39 PM
Ay...... Ere' be a wee ditty.
Stormy the night and the waves roll high,
Bravely the ship doth ride,
Hark! while the lighthouse bell's solemn cry
Rings o'er the sullen tide.
There on the deck see two lovers stand,
Heart to heart beating, and hand to hand;
Tho' death be near, she knows no fear
While at her side is one of all most dear.
What of the storm when the night is o'er?
There is no trace or sign.
Save where the wreckage hath strewn the shore,
Peaceful the sun doth shine.
But when the wild, raging storm did cease,
Under the billows two hearts found peace,
No more to part, no more of pain,
The bell may now tell its warning in vain.
Loudly the bell in the old tower rings,
Bidding us list to the warning it brings:
Sailor, take care! Sailor, take care!
Danger is near thee, beware! Beware!
Beware! Beware!
Many brave hearts are asleep in the deep,
So beware! beware!
id you
guys drink every drop of grog in Baja last night?
