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A pirates life is not always an enthralling one, and so they choose to fill it with songs. Here you can read the lyrics to many different pirate songs, ranging from dramas to popular bucaneer childern songs. Also, later, you can download the actual songs being sung.
100 Bottles of Rum on the Wall
(This is an old one, me be hopin' ya already know it)
Oh, 100 Bottles of Rum on the Wall, 100 Bottles of Rum! Ye take one down, pass it around, 99 bottles of rum on the wall.
Oh, 99 Bottles of Rum on the Wall, 99 Bottles of Rum! Ye take one down, pass it around, 98 bottles of rum on the wall.
Oh, 98 Bottles of Rum on the Wall, 98 Bottles of Rum! Ye take one down, pass it around, 97 bottles of rum on the wall.
The song continues in this fashion. If you can't figure out the rest, go stick yer head in a bucket o' bile.
15 Men on a Dead Man's Chest...
by an unknown group of mangy pirates
(This is quite repetitive one, but the tune I like)
15 men on a Dead Man's Chest... OH HO HO AND A BOTTLE OF RUM!
(This verse is to be repeated over and over again)
Sweet Sweet Governor Marley
by an unknown group of mangy pirates
Oh, I wish I could par-lay some French
With Governor Marley,
I'd say to her "Voo-Lay-Voo?"
(This song is discontinued due to "Dirty content.")
There's a Monkey in My Pocket
by Tim Schafer, Lead Designer of "The Curse of Monkey Island"
(A popular Children's Song)
Oh... there's a...
Monkey in my pocket
And he's stealing all my change,
His stare is blank and glossy
I suspect that he's deraaaaanged!
I've Got a Friend in the Ocean
by TimSchafer, Lead Designer of "The Curse of Monkey Island"
(A popular pirate shanty)
Once, my old man spoke to good King Triton
And asked 'Why all this senseless fightin'"
'Why can't we men express emotion?
And now I've got a friend
in the d..!
Plunder on My Mind
by TimSchafer, Lead Designer of "The Curse of Monkey Island"
(Plunder Island Anthem)
Plunder, Plunder, How I wonder,
How'd ya get so doggone pretty?
Home to sailors, barbers, tailors, and Puerto Pollo, yer capital city!
A Scabbanian Pirate
(Scabb Island Anthem)
Well, I'd rather be a pirate on scabb...
Than a scab on a pirate.?
And if ye listen to me gab,
I'll tell ya why I admire it!
Oh, the people aren't too friendly,
the weather's not the best.
The lodging's too expensive, and Largo's quite a pest.
But the thing I like about Scabb
Is what it HASN'T got.
No mayor or police force,
And no jail in which to rot.
Wooden Leg, Restless Heart
by TimSchafer, Lead Designer of "The Curse of Monkey Island"
(Popular Romantic Ballad)
I'm hooked on you baby,
But the seas keep us apart
And there aint no eyepatch big enough
To cover up... my... broke... n.... hearrrrrt!
Silver's Long Johns
by TimSchafer, Lead Designer of "The Curse of Monkey Island"
(Popular Commercial Jingle)
For those cold dark shipboard nights
We've got boxers, briefs and tights
Made from cotton, silk or satin
In styles anglo, dutch or latin!
When you sail don't take a chance
Wearin' nothin neathe your pants
Trust... Silvers.. Longjohns...
They breathe!
A Pirate I Was Meant To Be
by Tim Schafer, Lead Designer of "The Curse of Monkey Island"
(This one requires four men and tells the tale of a Captain that wanted his lazy crew to help him recover a stolen treasure map, but the crew would much rather stay on decks singing. What makes things worse is that every time the Captain says anything, the mutinous crew just rhymes it to make it part of their song)
(Talking)
Captain: Thanks for the help back there guys.(sarcastically)
Third Mate: It was a rousing battle, Captain.
First Mate: Aye, and it reminds me of a song...
(singing)
First Mate: We're a band of vicous pirates
Second Mate: A Sailin' Out to Sea!
Third Mate: When ye hear our gentle singin'
First Mate: Be sure to turn and flee!
(talking) Captain: Ohh, this is just ridiculous.
Captain: Come on men, We've GOT to recover that map!
Second Mate: That pirate will be done for when he falls into our trap!
Third Mate: We're a club of tuneful rovers
First Mate: We can sing at every clef
Second Mate: We can even hit the high notes!
First Mate: It's just too bad we're tone deaf.
All Mates: A pirate I was meant to be, trim the sails and roam the seas!
Captain: Let's go defeat that evil pirate!
Second Mate: We know he's sure to lose because we know just where to fire at!
Second Mate: We're a thieving valideer
First Mate: A gang of cutthroat mugs
Third Mate: To fight us off you wont need guns
Second Mate: Just jolly good earplugs!
All Mates: A pirate I was meant to be, trim the sails and roam the seas!
Captain: Alright crew, let's get to work!
First Mate: Our vocation is a thing we love, a thing we never shirk!
First Mate: We'll fightchu in the harbor
Third Mate: We'll battle you on land
Second Mate: But when you meet singing pirates
(talking)
Captain: They'll be more than you can stand.
First Mate: Oh, ho, that was a good one!
Captain: No, it wasn't.
Captain: No time for song, we've got to move!
Third Mate: The battle will be long, but our courage we will prove!
Second Mate: We're a pack of scurvy seadogs
First Mate: Have we pity? Not a gram
Third Mate: We all eat roasted garlic
First Mate: And sing from the diaphram.c
All Mates: A pirate I was meant to be, trim the sails and roam the seas!
Captain: Less Singing, More Sailing!
Second Mate: When we defeat our wicked show his ship he will be bailing!
Third Mate: If ye try to fight us
First Mate: You'll get a nasty whackin'
Second Mate: If you disrespect our singin'
First Mate: We will bring ye to a crackin'!
All Mates: A pirate I was meant to be, trim the sails and roam the seas!
Captain: I'm getting so sick of you guys and your rhyming!
First Mate: We're ready to set sail, though the cannons need a primin'!
Second Mate: We're troublesome corsairs
Third Mate: We've come to steal yer treasure
First Mate: We would shoot ya in the dungbie
Second Mate: But we've got a rest by measures
All Mates: A pirate I was meant to be, trim the sails and roam the seas!
Captain: (whining)Stop, stop, stop!
Third Mate: The brass is what we'll pollish and the deck is what we'll mop!
Captain: You say you're nasty pirates,
Thieving scheming bad-bush whackers,
But from what I've seen I tell you you're no pirates,
You're just slackers!
Captain: We'll surely avoid scurvy if we all eat an orange.
(Crew Desperately tries to think of a word to rhyme orange with)
First Mate: and..
Second Mate: umm...
Third Mate: well..
First Mate: uhh..
Third Mate: Door Hinge?
Second Mate: No, no..
Third Mate: Guess the song's over then.
First Mate: Guess so...
Second Mate: OK, back to work.
Captain: Well, gee.. I feel a little guilty now.