I was a Pirate once,
A blustering fellow with scarlet sash,
A ready cutlass and language rash;
From a ship with a rum-filled water-tank
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Our father died on Saturday aged 89. He was a wonderful man who was self educated and rose to the top in his field. He was determined to live life to the full, loved his family and worked hard to keep us safe. His favourite poem as a boy and remained the one which gave him much joy, was this one. We are using this as the theme at his funeral, to help all of us celebrate his life. Thank you for this site - and I hope others will somehow find this poem and advise you of the pleasure it have brought them.
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Our father died on Saturday aged 89. He was a wonderful man who was self educated and rose to the top in his field. He was determined to live life to the full, loved his family and worked hard to keep us safe. His favourite poem as a boy and remained the one which gave him much joy, was this one. We are using this as the theme at his funeral, to help all of us celebrate his life. Thank you for this site - and I hope others will somehow find this poem and advise you of the pleasure it have brought them.