» Give Up Yer Gold (Pirate Day Song 07)

We sailed out from Doolin as the tide was a-rising
it carried us out to the Atlantic swell
searching for black sails out on the horizon
Jim Beam in the Crows Nest could see very well
The skipper was quiet - he had both his eyes in
you could tell by his look that he'd chase 'em to Hell
We sailed out from Doolin as the tide was a-rising
it carried us out to the Atlantic swell

Over the Sea til we're lying beside you,
Over the side the grapplehooks go.
We're comin aboard, now - Cannons still firing
Give up your gold or we'll send you Below

So I've sharpened the cutlass and primed the powder
polish'd me boots and me knives as well
We might be rich or we might be murdered
we might be King, boy, who can tell
And we wait in the stays til there's room to manouver
swing together on the Captains Yell
all you'll hear is the thought of the Plunder
the creaking yard and the tolling bell

Over the Sea til we're lying beside you,
Over the side the grapplehooks go.
We're comin aboard, now - Cannons still firing
Give up your gold or we'll send you Below



I've seen every port this wide world over
and in every port there's a pretty young girl
I'm dreamin of home and when this is over
I'll spin my compass and watch it twirl
Gather the wind and head back to Dover
To the prettiest girl in the whole wide world
her hair as red as the fiery mainsail
her eyes as dark as the twin Black Pearls

Over the Sea til I'm lying beside you,
Over the side the grapplehooks go.
Comin aboard, now - Cannons still firing
Give up your gold or we'll send you Below

(c) SgWalker 2007 - September 19th of course