One Fer All And All Fer Booty! Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

“Ahoy there me matey’s,
able seamen are ye!
Let’s hoist up yon anchor
and shoot straight fer the sea!

Keep yer eye out for British,
not the eye with black patch.
This ship’s made of wood,
So don’t strike up a match!

It’s treasure we be seekin,
and I’m sure we will find,
Our cannon barrels oiled,
And our black powder be dry!

Keep the cork in the bottles
and the rum stored below.
There will be no celebratin
Till doubloons fill the stow.

Shiver me timbers,
O.K., one toast till we fly.
Then rig to the stanchion’s,
and the staith is too high!

Set sail ye square riggers.
Square knots at the keel,
keep at your right angles,
or three masts ye shall feel!

Ship ahoy, ship ahoy,
see the Union Jack rise.
It goes up in the clouds,
nearly touching the sky!

Get out of the tub Lukie,
and bring that toy boat,
while I mop up this water,
you made look like a moat!

A Pirate/Nautical Dictionary can be
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