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We have commemorated “Talk like a Pirate Day” in my other circles for the last few years now. It’s cool to see and hear mainstream picking it up. Ye all need to talk like a pirate e’ry now and then.
When I woke up this morning, I said “Yar! I need to write a Shanty”. So I did. Since my main Guitar is in the shop, I picked up the practice guitar and strummed out the song. A quick recording and mixing and Voila! A new song is born.
Here are the Lyrics if you want to sing along.
Keep in mind it’s a rough draft, but it’s not a bad recording for the time I did it in. So check it out.
We are the Pirates – the Pirates of the Valley: And if you see us we will blow your site away.
Ahoy to Kevin Rose, he’s a strapping young Jack ya see.
He runs his ship a tight but with his Yo ho ho – hearties.
Collects the news in bits and let’s the crew a rank.
If they don’t like what they see, the news walk the plank.
Zukerberg’s a Mate you don’t want to cross swords with
He’s a Scurvey dog with a bite and knows how to throw a quip.
You see him with his Sprogs, loaded to the Gunwales (gunnels)
Sailin the seas on his ship “Facebook of peril”
Cali Lewis is a strapping young Lass who raids the air all day
Reporting on the Buccaneers who collect the seas Booty
Yet a wench she’ll make ye walk the plank if ye take er gold
Swashbucklin with the Mateys and Landlubbers young and old
Fiddlers Heaven is the place where the Pirates go to rest
The Gentlemen of fortune they live their days on the breast
Watchin over the other sailors waiving the Jolly Roger sign
Singing and a drinking for all the rest of time.
They walked the walk and talked the talk for more than 20 years
They go on the account and tell the tales of sailing the Corsair
And send the others to Davy Jones Locker if they don’t adhere
Leo Laporte is the hearty Jack who sails the Golden Seas
And helps the others find Pieces o’ eight to Drink the Grog and sing
Wi a Wannion of the tales and help he continues to sail
His Squadrons at sea he finds the Swag and gives it out in Bails
There are a lot of Mateys we cannot sing in turn
We raise our Pints and Go on the account of tales of yesteryear
A Yo ho ho we boast and sing to a bottle of Rum
we make them walk the plank take their Booty and run