Piosenki

Mrs.Sparrow

"Yo ho (A pirate's life for me)"

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho!
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho!

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We extort, we pilfer, we filch, and sack,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho!
Maraud and embezzle, and even high-jack,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho!

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We kindle and char, inflame and ignite,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho!
We burn up the city, we're really a fright,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho!

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We're rascals, scoundrels, villians, and knaves,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho!
We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho!

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We're beggars and blighters, ne'er-do-well cads,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho!
Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho!

"Jo ho (Pirackie życie to mój żywioł)"

Jo ho, jo ho, pirackie życie to mój żywioł.
Grabimy, łupimy, strzelamy i szabrujemy,
Wypijmy razem, kamraci, jo ho!
Porywamy i burzymy, niczym się nie przejmujemy,
Wypijmy razem, kamraci, jo ho!

Jo ho, jo ho, pirackie życie to mój żywioł.
Wymuszamy, rabujemy, podbieramy i łupimy,
Wypijmy razem, kamraci, jo ho!
Grasujemy i defraudujemy, czasem statek przechwycimy,
Wypijmy razem, kamraci, jo ho!

Jo ho, jo ho, pirackie życie to mój żywioł.
Podpalamy i spalamy, zapalamy i palimy,
Wypijmy razem, kamraci, jo ho!
Puszczamy z dymem miasta, powszechną trwogę budzimy,
Wypijmy razem, kamraci, jo ho!

Jo ho, jo ho, pirackie życie to mój żywioł.
Jesteśmy łotry, kanalie, paskudy i obwiesie,
Wypijmy razem, kamraci, jo ho!
Są z nas diabły i czarne owce, zaprawdę źli kolesie,
Wypijmy razem, kamraci, jo ho!

Jo ho, jo ho, pirackie życie to mój żywioł.
Żebracy i nędznicy, próżne i bezwartościowe chamy,
Wypijmy razem, kamraci, jo ho!
Oto cali my, ale i tak kochają nas ojcowie i mamy,
Wypijmy razem, kamraci, jo ho!

Lizbeth Rackham

"Fifteen men on a dead man's chest"

1. Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
The mate was fixed by the bosun's pike
The bosun brained with a marlinspike
And cookey's throat was marked belike
It had been gripped by fingers ten;
And there they lay, all good dead men
Like break o'day in a boozing ken
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

2. Fifteen men of the whole ship's list
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Dead and be damned and the rest gone whist!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
The skipper lay with his nob in gore
Where the scullion's axe his cheek had shore
And the scullion he was stabbed times four
And there they lay, and the soggy skies
Dripped down in up-staring eyes
In murk sunset and foul sunrise
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

3. Fifteen men of 'em stiff and stark
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Ten of the crew had the murder mark!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead
Or a yawing hole in a battered head
And the scuppers' glut with a rotting red
And there they lay, aye, damn my eyes
Looking up at paradise
All souls bound just contrawise
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

4. Fifteen men of 'em good and true
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Ev'ry man jack could ha' sailed with Old Pew,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
There was chest on chest of Spanish gold
With a ton of plate in the middle hold
And the cabins riot of stuff untold,
And they lay there that took the plum
With sightless glare and their lips struck dumb
While we shared all by the rule of thumb,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

5. More was seen through a sternlight screen
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Chartings undoubt where a woman had been
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
'Twas a flimsy shift on a bunker cot
With a dirk slit sheer through the bosom spot
And the lace stiff dry in a purplish blot
Oh was she wench or some shudderin' maid
That dared the knife and took the blade
By God! she had stuff for a plucky jade
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

6. Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
We wrapped 'em all in a mains'l tight
With twice ten turns of a hawser's bight
And we heaved 'em over and out of sight,
With a Yo-Heave-Ho! and a fare-you-well
And a sudden plunge in the sullen swell
Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

Anajulia

"Hoist The Colors"

The king and his men
stole the queen from her bed
and bound her in her Bones.
The seas be ours
and by the powers
where we will we’ll roam.

Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the Colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
never say we die.

Some men have died
and some are alive
and others sail on the sea
– with the keys to the cage…
and the Devil to pay
we lay to Fiddler’s Green!

The bell has been raised
from it’s watery grave…
Do you hear it’s sepulchral tone?
We are a call to all,
pay head the squall
and turn your sail toward home!

Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the Colors high…
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
never say we die.

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