O'er the waves we go, laughing all the way (yo ho ho!),
The sails and skull-flag wave, making pirates bright,
What fun it is to sail and sing a pirate song tonight!
Oh, what fun it is to sail in a two-mast pirate ship.
Pirate ships, pirate ships, yo ho all the way.
Oh, what fun it is to sail in a two-mast pirate ship!
And since they're all here to raid, let us pray, let us pray, let us pray!
They don't show signs of stopping, and they brought some guns for poppin',
Their torches are burning bright, what a fright, what a fright, what a fright!
And if we're lucky they'll leave our gold, And all the things we own!
The fires are slowly dying, and too many of us are crying.
And until they leave our sight, what a fright, what a fright, what a fright!
And if you ever saw it, you would even say it's weird.
All of the other pirates, used to laugh and call him names,
They never let Jack Sparrow, join in any tavern games.
Sparrow, with your hair so long, won't you join me in a song?
Then how the pirates loved him, as they shouted out with glee,
"Sparrow, the dread-locked pirate, you're the best pirate we see!"
With a beaded beard and a mustache, too,
And some black around his eye.
He could trick a man with a clever plan,
And then call it all a day.
For when he held it in his hand, he could steer to secret land.
Though he needs a bath and some new teeth, too,
He will do just what he'll please.
Look at Sparrow sail.
Scallywag, savvy? Scallywag, savvy?
This is his grand, big tale!
'Tis the season to be looting, yo ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho.
Don we now our pirate clothing, yo ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho.
Think of us with lots of loathing, yo ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho.
Cannons fire and join the chorus, yo ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho.
Give us all your gold and treasure, yo ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho.
Then your maidens'll give us pleasure! Yo ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho!
Gunshots're nipping at your backs,
Screaming women yelling for us to leave
And you're in terror as you're sacked.
Help to make the season's fright.
Town folks here with their eyes all squeezed shut
Will find it hard to live tonight.
They'll grab up lots of gold and maidens in their gowns.
And every mother's child is gonna cry
As through the streets their frightened families will fly.
To folks from one to ninety-two.
If you don't want us in your town anymore,
"Give us treasure, please do!"
copyrighted 2003 by R. Wise