“My name is Captain Jack Sparrow,
-ah, I take it some of you have heard of me.”

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Montag, 3. Dezember 2007

::: Pirate Christmas Songs :::

manches Saufgelage gab es schon in der Takelage, 
jedoch war auch ich schon in der Lage, dann und wann 
ein besinnliches Liedchen anzustimmen, 
und wer mit mir Karaoke singen mag, 
der stimme in dieser adventlichen Zeit gerne mit mir ein.

Jinga ling ling ... euer J A C K

Pirate Ships
(sung to the tune of "Jingle Bells")
We're dashing through the seas, in a two-mast pirate ship,
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!
Pirate ships, pirate ships, yo ho all the way.
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!
What a Fright, What a Fright, What a Fright!
(sung to the tune of "Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow")
Oh, the pirates outside are frightful, and their ship is not delightful,
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!
When they finally leave our town, how we'll love to see them sail away,
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!
Sparrow The Dread-Locked Pirate
(sung to the tune of "Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer")
Sparrow, the dread-locked pirate, had a very funny beard.
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.
Then one foggy Christmas Eve, Bootstraps came to say,
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!"
Sparrow, the Pirate
(sung to the tune of "Frosty, the Snowman")
Sparrow, the pirate, was a jolly, happy guy,
With a beaded beard and a mustache, too,
And some black around his eye.
Sparrow, the pirate, is a witty one they say,
He could trick a man with a clever plan,
And then call it all a day.
There must have been some magic in that compass that he had.
For when he held it in his hand, he could steer to secret land.
Oh, Sparrow, the pirate, is the best out on the seas.
Though he needs a bath and some new teeth, too,
He will do just what he'll please.
Scallywag, savvy? Scallywag, savvy?
Look at Sparrow sail.
Scallywag, savvy? Scallywag, savvy?
This is his grand, big tale!
Deck the Ships
(to be sung to the tune of "Deck the Halls")
Deck the ships with lots of booty, yo ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho,
'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.
Set the blazing town before us, 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!
Your Town's Roasting in an Open Fire
(to be sung to the tune "Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire")
Your town's roasting in an open fire,
Gunshots're nipping at your backs,
Screaming women yelling for us to leave
And you're in terror as you're sacked.
Everybody knows a cannon and a pirate flag
Help to make the season's fright.
Town folks here with their eyes all squeezed shut
Will find it hard to live tonight.
They know that pirates're in their town,
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.
And so, I'm offering this simple phrase,
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

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