G'bah!
Let's hoist anchor, friends
Set sail
For the Isles of Sherm
Armed with salted flesh
And Vitamin C
We're sure to succeed
Cap'n Wrully
Give us enough rope
To choke on
Enough pieces of eight
To have nine or ten
G'bah!
Wrully
You happening wreck
Leave your cares behind
Leaves behind your care
Into the strait we go
Death and glory
Money and ink
Yoopers, all
You god damn
Wrully
G'bah!
Let's hoist sails, fucker
Let's see what happens
(1881)
1 comment:
methinks you must write a sequel to Eld Tome, Wrapparition.
No, wrully you should!
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