| LYRICS FROM "KINGS OF THE SEA" |
| In answer to requests for lyrics from our pirate album "Kings of the Sea," here are some on the words not held by copyright by others (like Disney!) Some of the songs may be found on other pages of this site and the links are below. Enjoy singing! You are welcome and encouraged to perform any of our originals or adaptions. Please give us credit! |
| LINKS to other "Kings" songs on this site: "The Derelict" "The Fishy Mermaid" "Bold Fighting Pirates" (Spanish Ladies--We'll Rant and We'll Roar) "Kings of the Sea" |
| DIRTY OL' BIRD Summer, 2006 © Mallory & McCall Verse (ballad style): There was an old woman who lived all alone Who would sit looking out from her chair. For she doted on creatures with cute, fuzzy features: The hedgehog, the deer and the hare. Nearby in a port town a sailorman died, The result of a swaggering fall. And the old lady heard there was orphaned a bird That nobody wanted at all. The thought of the bird all alone made her sad And she said, “why not give him to me? A birdie so sweet, ah, would be a great treat, And together we’ll age gracefully.” “Not this one!” the townsfolk cried out in dismay, “He’s not fit for a one such as you! He’s big and he’s green and he even talks mean In a voice that is raucous and blue! ”Oh, pish!” said the woman, “Just bring him to me. I’ll befriend him and all will be jolly.” So without one more word they gave her the bird... Said she, “Want a tea-cake, dear Polly?” CHORUS (fast) Bird: Crap! Crazy tart! Batten your beak! Buckets of Blood! Bellow and squeak! Bawdy-house bird! Belay that word! No hard tackfer me, or I’ll spring you a leak! ALL: Dirty ol’ bird, dirty ol’ word, “Pieces of Eight” was the last sound they heard! Yo heave a-ho! Lay ‘em in gore! Blow the man down like you blowed him before. Scurvy old bum, dizzy-eyed scum! I’m a moultin’ ol’ bird and mean to the core. ALL: Dirty ol’ bird! Dirty ol’ word! “Pieces of Eight” was the last sound they heard! Don’t plunder me feathers, I sit on the rails, Fly up the rat-lines, Run up the sails, Bottles of grog, devil’s own dog; Don’t let that dead man start telling more tales! ALL: Dirty ol’ bird! Dirty ol’ word! “Pieces of Eight” was the last sound they heard! Keep an eye out for me since you have only one; Peg legs a-thumping, nothing gets done! Pirates we be, Kings of the Sea! Let me perch on your hook, ya half-witted son! ALL: Dirty ol’ bird! Dirty ol’ word! “Pieces of Eight” was the last sound they heard! Verse (Back to ballad): The old lady blinked and regarded the bird Who whistled and nibbled his claw And preened all his feathers and sniffed at his nethers And laughed in a raucous “Haw! Haw!” As they looked at each other, he ruffled and bobbed And she took a sip of her tea. The lady then said, “Now I’ll send you to bed If you speak such language to me.” The canny green bird knew she meant what she said, But he didn’t know any but rude words. So he uttered a sound that was mellow and round– Not at all what one hears from such crude birds. The woman regarded the bird with a grin, “My crackers are fresh and home baked.” The bird croaked, “Me mate, aye, yer biscuits smell great!” And soon both their hungers were slaked. “Well, Shiver me timbers,” the old lady smiled, “You toad-spotted son of a tart!” And they opened their maws with friendly guffaws As they sang out with unfettered heart: CHOURS: (fast): Both: Wash out our mouths, bring on the soap We’re two of a kind, together we’ll cope. Woman: Don’t tell anyone, but when I was young I loved a pirate who swung from a rope. ALL: Dirty ol’ bird! Dirty ol’ word! “Pieces of Eight” was the last sound they heard! Bird: Yer a bird jus’ like me, fer ridin’ his ship; Life with a Rover’s a bloody good trip! Belay that tea, rum drink for me Open yer bung hole and pour me a sip! ALL: Dirty ol’ bird! Dirty ol’ word! “Pieces of Eight” was the last sound they heard! Woman: Go shake your cannonballs, shriek like a gull! My hatches are battened–the rum’s in the hull, Spit in yer eye–drink tea or die! Heed me or I’ll drive a spike through your skull! ALL: Dirty ol’ bird! Dirty ol’ word! “Pieces of Eight” was the last sound they heard! Bird: Blimey, you white-livered curse of me life. Silly old Albatross, don’t ya cause strife! Ya run a hard craft, tight fore and aft. Stop with your naggin’, ya sound like a wife. ALL: Dirty ol’ bird! Dirty ol’ word! “Pieces of Eight” was the last sound they heard! Woman: Oh, get it yourself, plunder me keg; Look under my port hole and you’ll find a peg, Harken to me, go fetch the key Or you’ll wish you’d never hatched out of that egg. ALL: Dirty ol’ bird! Dirty ol’ word! “Pieces of Eight” was the last sound they heard! Bird: Oh, bless ya, good woman, right proud you will be To see your “Ol’ Polly” listin’ to lee! I’ll give you a feather and we’ll flock together Both: The lady, the bird and the keg, don’t you see! ALL: Dirty ol’ bird! Dirty ol’ word! “Pieces of Eight” was the last sound they heard! Verse (ballad): Together they put down a barrel of grog And when they were done they drank tea; For tho’ it sounds jaded their battles soon faded To verbiage quite salty and free. And so the old lady and so the old bird Continue to sip as we speak. And as far as we know through their dotage they go: Still bawdy, tho’ long in the beak. Chorus (fast): Bird: With a way and a hey and an upward we rises To fly with the wind in piratical guises, Woman: Lubbers beware! Bird: I’ll poop in yer hair! Woman: So give us a kiss ‘lest our dingy capsizes! ALL: Dirty ol’ bird! Dirty ol’ word! “Pieces of Eight!” Was the last sound they heard! Bird: A noggin of rum below in our bunk, Woman: A wisp of a stink like the rear of a skunk! Both: Bilge-breeding rats, scurvy old cats, Hang from the yardarm and gettin’ all drunk! ALL: Dirty ol’ bird! Dirty ol’ word! “Pieces of Eight” was the last sound they heard! (Twice) Squawk! ASLEEP IN THE PIRATES DEEP Original Words by Arthur J. Lamb, Music by H. W. Petrie 1887 Pirate version - Mallory & McCall © 2005 1. Over the sea at horizon’s bend Pirates have spied your mast. The gold which you’ve taken shall spell your end; Pirates are closing fast. Hark to the warning and man your gun, Tho’ he’s got twenty and you’ve but one. With death so near you show no fear But stand tall and fight for the prize you hold dear! REFRAIN: Loudly the knell of the warning bell rings, Bidding ye list to the danger it brings: Sailor, take care! Sailor, take care! The death’s head near thee, Beware, Beware! Beware! Beware! Many brave hearts are asleep in the deep, So beware! Beware! (Final time) Many brave hearts are asleep in the deep, So beware! Beware! 2. Onward they come like a raging gale; Greedy for gold they cry: “Surrender our treasure, or o’er the rail You will be hurl’d to die!” There’s no escaping those slashing hoards Pillage and rapine with flashing swords. Soon you must fall, soon all’s in vain; Gold has no worth when it brings naught but pain! REFRAIN: |
| HARD TACK Adapted for pirates by Mallory & McCall © 2006 (Air is Hard Times [S. Foster], from Civil War Parody) Let us pause our games and wagers, take our tin cups and our cans And all gather by the galley door. Where dried mummies of hard crackers are issued to all hands, Oh, Hard Tack, come again no more. CHORUS: 'Tis the song, the sigh of the hungry: Oh, Hard Tack, Hard Tack, come again no more. Many days have you lingered upon our stomachs sore, Oh, Hard Tack, come again no more. There's a hungry, thirsty rover, he’s dreaming of a prize, But his spirit is trodden down and sore. He is sighing for fresh water with longing in his eyes, Oh, Hard Tack, come again no more. CHORUS: 'Tis the wail that is heard on the ship both night and day, ‘Tis the murmur that's mingled with each snore. 'Tis the sighing of the pirate for spring chickens far away, Oh, Hard Tack, come again no more. CHORUS: In the wake of sighs and murmurs a hush comes from the crew And frail forms are fainting by the score, For they feed us now on rat meat that the cook calls stew, Oh, Hard Tack, come again once more. LAST CHORUS: 'Tis the dying wail of the starving Oh, Hard Tack, Hard Tack, Come again once more! You were old and very wormy, But we'll pass your failings o'er, Oh, Hard Tack, come again once more. (More slowly) So a mournful sound is carried ’cross a troubled wave, A wail that is heard above the roar. ‘Tis a dirge that is murmured down in a watery grave, “Oh, hard tack come again once more.” TAG CHORUS: ‘Tis the cold dead song of the rovers: “Oh, Hard Tack, Hard Tack, Come again once more! We have gone to join the fishes, Upon the ocean’s floor For Hard Tack came again no more!” |
| ON THIS PAGE: "Dirty Ol' Bird" "Asleep in the Pirate's Deep" "Hard Tack" "Fireship" "William Kidd" |
| THE FIRESHIP Piratized duet, 2006 by Mallory & McCall, Traditional HE: As I strolled out one ev-e-ning upon my night's career, I spied a saucy vessel, and toward her I did steer. I hoisted up my sig-a-nal, which she did quickly view; And when she see'd my Roger up she immediately hove to-oo-oo. CHORUS (All): She had a dark and a roving eye-eye-eye And her hair hung down in ring-e-lets; She was a fine girl, a decent girl, But one of the rakish kind. SHE: "Excuse me, sir," HE: she said to me, SHE: "For being out so late. For if my parents knew of it, then sad would be my fate. My father is a Magistrate--a good and up-right man, My mother is a Bumboat bird--I do the best I can-an-an.” CHORUS: HE: I took her to a tav-er-in and treated her to wine. Little did I ever think she was of the rakish kind. I handled her, I dandled her--and much to my surprise, I found she was a fireship, a pirate, in dis-gui-i-ise. CHORUS: SHE: Now all you lovesick buccaneers, when on the streets you sail, And you're out to find companionship, beware the ship you hail. For he’d barely left his fireship, 'twas hardly a week gone past, When he found the fire that burned in me was a-ragin' in his mast-ast-ast. CHORUS. HE: Hark well to me all rovin’ men, who sail upon the sea, Take warning of them fireships--one was the ruin of me. Beware of them, steer clear of them--they'll be the death of you; For her sake I had my mizzen sprung and my treasure broken through-ough-ough. CHORUS: 2xs WILLIAM KIDD adapted by Mallory & McCall 20006, Traditional CHORUS: My name is William Kidd, as I sailed, as I sailed My name is William Kidd ,as I sailed. My name is William Kidd and God’s laws I did forbid Oh, most wickedly I did, as I sailed. With my father’s stern command he shoved a bible in my hand But I flung it on the sand, as I sailed. I made a solemn vow that to God I would not bow Not a prayer would I allow as I sailed. CHORUS: First I murdered William Moore and I left him in his gore Not many leagues from shore, as I sailed. And being cruel still, his gunner I did kill. Ah, the precious blood did spill as I sailed. CHORUS: I spied three ships from France and to them I did advance, And took them all by chance, as I sailed. And then three ships from Spain–I fought them for my gain, And fired on them amain, as I sailed. CHORUS: I’d ninety bars of gold and treasure manifold, With riches uncontrolled, as I sailed. Then came a fleet for me–fourteen of them they be, Farewell the raging sea I had sailed. CHORUS: My name is William Kidd, as I sailed, as I sailed. My name is William Kidd, as I sailed. My name is William Kidd and God’s laws I did forbid. Oh, most wickedly I did, as I sailed. To Execution Dock will many thousands flock But I must bear the shock, I must die! Come all you young and old, make merry with my gold, For my wretched soul I sold, I must die. Last CHORUS: My name is William Kidd, I must die, I must die. My name is William Kidd, I must die My name is William Kidd –to the depths of Hell I slid! But I loved it as I did-- as I sailed! |
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