Well, having watched Pirates of the Cribbean: Dead Man's Chest (twice...) I have an urge for piratical music (Arrr!). So to start with the classics...

Derelict

Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
The mate was fixed by the bosun's pike
The bosun brained with a marlinespike
And cookey's throat was marked belike
It had been gripped by fingers ten;
And there they lay, all good dead men
Like break o'day in a boozing ken
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

Fifteen men of the whole ship's list
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Dead and be damned and the rest gone whist!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
The skipper lay with his nob in gore
Where the scullion's axe his cheek had shore
And the scullion he was stabbed times four
And there they lay, and the soggy skies
Dripped down in up-staring eyes
In murk sunset and foul sunrise
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

Fifteen men of 'em stiff and stark
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Ten of the crew had the murder mark!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead
Or a yawing hole in a battered head
And the scuppers' glut with a rotting red
And there they lay, aye, damn my eyes
Looking up at paradise
All souls bound just contrawise
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

Fifteen men of 'em good and true -
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Ev'ry man jack could ha' sailed with Old Pew,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
There was chest on chest of Spanish gold
With a ton of plate in the middle hold
And the cabins riot of stuff untold,
And they lay there that took the plum
With sightless glare and their lips struck dumb
While we shared all by the rule of thumb,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

More was seen through a sternlight screen...
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Chartings undoubt where a woman had been
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
'Twas a flimsy shift on a bunker cot
With a dirk slit sheer through the bosom spot
And the lace stiff dry in a purplish blot
Oh was she wench or some shudderin' maid
That dared the knife and took the blade
By God! she had stuff for a plucky jade
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
We wrapped 'em all in a mains'l tight
With twice ten turns of a hawser's bight
And we heaved 'em over and out of sight,
With a Yo-Heave-Ho! and a fare-you-well
And a sudden plunge in the sullen swell
Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

Robert Louis Stevenson and Young E. Allison

The Auld Grump

Since no one else seems to be adding to this...

Three Pirates

Three pirates came to London town, Yo ho! Yo ho!
Three pirates came to London town, Yo ho! Yo ho!
Three pirates came to London town
To see the king put on his crown,
Yo ho, you lubbers, Yo ho, you lubbers, Yo ho! Yo ho! Yo ho!

At first they came to a way-side inn
And said "Good landlord, let us in."

"Oh landlord, have you good red wine,
Enough to fill this cask of thine."

"Oh landlord, have you bags of gold,
Enough to fill the afterhold?"

"Oh yes, sirs, I have bags of gold
Enough to fill the afterhold."

"Oh landlord, have you daughters fair,
With laughing eyes and curly hair?"

"Oh yes, sirs, I have daughters fair,
With laughing eyes and curly hair."

"Oh landlord, will she marry me
And sail with me across the sea?"

"Oh yes, sir, she will marry you,
And sail with you across the blue."

A. Schmidt?

And one that ends, ummm, not so well for the pirates.

High Barbary

There were two bonny ships,
And from England they set sail.
Blow high! Blow low! And so sailed we.
One she was tthe Princess Anne,
the other Duke of Wales.
Sailing down all on
The coasts of High Barbary.

Look ahead, look a stern,
Look the weather in the lee,
Blow high! Blow low! And so sailed we.
I see a wreck to the windward
And a lofty ship to lee,
A sailing down all on
The coasts of High Barbary

O are you a pirate
Or a man-o-war? cried we.
Blow high! Blow low! And so sailed we.
O no! I'm not a pirate
But a man-o-war, cried he.
A sailing down all on
The coasts of High Barbary

We'll back up our topsails
And heave our vessel to;
Blow high! Blow low! And so sailed we.
For we have got some letters
To be carried home by you.
A sailing down all on
The coasts of High Barbary

For broadside, for broadside
They fought all on the main;
Blow high! Blow low! And so sailed we.
Until at last the frigate
Shot the pirate's mast away.
A sailing down all on
The coasts of High Barbary

For quarters! For quarters!
The saucy pirates cried,
Blow high! Blow low! And so sailed we.
The quarters that we showed them
Was to sink them in the tide.
A sailing down all on
The coasts of High Barbary

With cutlass and gun,
O we fought for hours three;
Blow high! Blow low! And so sailed we.
The ship it was their coffin
And their grave it was the sea.
A sailing down all on
The coasts of High Barbary

Traditional

My new fav......
http://youtube.com/watch?v=I0yI2MQf8Tk&search=Lazytown

It's terrible having children ....

Heh.

The late Stan Rogers was my favorite Canadian folksinger, I have used his music in more than one game, mostly Call of Ctulhu and Skull & Bones.

Barrett's Privateers

O the year was 1778
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
A letter of marque came from the king
To the scummiest vessel I've ever seen

God damn them all
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
The last of Barrett's Privateers

2. O Elcid Barrett cried the town
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
For twenty brave men all fishermen who
Would make for him the Antelope's crew
God damn them all . . . .

3. The Antelope sloop was a sickening site
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
She'd list to the port and her sails in rags
And the cook in the scuppers with the staggers and jags
God damn them all . . . .

4. On the King's birthday we put to sea
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
Ninety-one days to Montego Bay
Pumping like madmen all the way
God damn them all . . . .

5. On the ninety-sixth day we sailed again
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
When a great big Yankee hove in sight
With our cracked four-pounders we made to fight
God damn them all . . . .

6. The Yankee lay low down with gold
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
She was broad and fat and loose in stays
But to catch her took the Antelope two whole days
God damn them all . . . .

7. Then at length she stood two cables away
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
Our cracked four-pounders made awful din
But with one fat ball the Yank stove us in
God damn them all . . . .

8. The Antelope shook and pitched on her side
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs
And the main truck carried off both me legs
God damn them all . . . .

9. Now here I lay in my twenty-third year
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
It's been six years since we sailed away
And I just made Halifax yesterday
God damn them all . . . .

Stan Rogers

A less serious version was named after Stan's brother Garnet Roger's home made beer...

GARNET'S HOME-MADE BEER
(Drinking Song)
Words: Ian Robb Tune: Barrett's Privateers, by Stan Rogers.

Oh, the year was nineteen seventy-eight
How I wish I'd never tried it now!
When a score of men was turned quite green
By the scummiest ale you've ever seen.

Chorus
God damn them all! I was told
This beer was worth its weight in gold
We'd feel no pain, shed no tears
But it's a foolish man who shows no fear
At a glass of Garnet's home-made beer.

Oh, Garnet Rogers cried the town
How I wish I'd never tried it now!
For twenty brave men, all masochists who
Would taste for him his home-made brew.

Chorus

This motley crew was a sickening sight
How I wish I'd never tried it now!
There was caveman Dave with his eyes in bags,
He'd a hard boiled liver and the staggers and jags.

Chorus

We hadn't been there but an hour or two
How I wish I'd never tried it now!
When a voice said, "Gimme some home-made brew!"
And Steeleye Stan hove into view.

Chorus

Now Steeleye Stan was a frightening man
How I wish I'd never tried it now!
He was eight foot tall and four foot wide
Said,"Pass that jug or I'll tan your hide!"

Chorus

Stan took one sip and pitched on his side
How I wish I'd never tried it now!
Old Garnet was smashed with a gutful of dregs
And his breath set fire to both my legs.

Chorus

So here I lie with my twenty-third beer
How I wish I'd never tried it now!
It's been ten years since I felt this way
On the night before my wedding day.

Chorus

The Auld Grump

What can I say...my kid loves Veggie Tales and I hear this about 30 times a day...

(This is sung to music by the 3 pirates...)

Narrator: "Joining Larry are Pa Grape and Mr. Lunt, who together make up
the infamous gang of scalliwags, the Pirates Who Don't Do Anything!"

Larry, Pa, Mr. Lunt: "We are the Pirates Who Don't Do Anything! We just
stay home and lie around. And if you ask us to do anything, we'll just
tell you ..."

Larry: "We don't do anything!"

Pa: "Well, I've never been Greenland and I've never been to Denver, and
I've never buried treasure in St. Louis or St. Paul, and I've never been
to Moscow and I've never been to Tampa, and I've never been to Boston in
the fall."

All: "'Cuz we're the Pirates Who Don't Do Anything! We just stay home
and lie around. And if you ask us to do anything, we'll just tell you
.."

Mr. Lunt: "We don't do anything. And I never hoist the mainstay and I
never swab the poop deck, and I never veer to starboard 'cuz I never
sail at all, and I've never walked the gang plank and I've never owned a
parrot, and I've never been to Boston in the fall."

All: "'Cuz we're the Pirates Who Don't Do Anything! We just stay at home
and lie around. And if you ask us to do anything, we'll just tell you
.. We don't do anything!"

Larry: "Well, I've never plucked a rooster and I'm not too good at
ping-pong, and I've never thrown my mashed potatoes up against the wall,
and I've never kissed a chipmunk and I've never gotten head lice, and
I've never been to Boston in the fall!"

Pa: "Huh? What are you talking about? What's a rooster and mashed
potatoes have to do with being a pirate??"

Mr. Lunt: "Hey, that's right! We're supposed to sing about pirate-y
things!"

Larry: "Oh ..."

Pa: "And who ever kissed a chipmunk? That's just nonsense! Why even
bring it up? Am I right? What do you think?"

Mr. Lunt: "I think you look like Cap'n Crunch!"

Pa: "Huh? No I don't!"

Mr. Lunt: "Do too."

Pa: "Do not!"

Mr. Lunt: "You're making me hungry."

Pa: "That's it, you're walkin' the plank!"

Mr. Lunt: "Says who?"

Pa: "Says the captain, that's who!"

Mr. Lunt: "Oh, yeah? Aye aye, Cap'n Crunch!"

Larry: "And I've never licked a spark plug and I've never sniffed a
stink bug, and I've never painted daisies on a big red rubber ball, and
I've never bathed in yogurt and I don't look good in leggings ..."

Pa: "You just don't get it!"

All: "And we've never been to Boston in the fall



Neumannium

Alright, the kid gloves come off...

The Auld Grump

Pirate A-B-C'S

aay, bee, see, dee, eee, eff, gee;
aitch, aye, jay, kay, 'ell-emm-enn-oh-pee;
(you can see where this is going, can't you)
cue, ARRRRR! ess;
tee, you, vee;
dubl-you, eks;
why and zee!

Now I know me A-B-C's,
tell me whut-chew t'ink of me
- and I'll cut yer lousy guts out
an' feed 'em to the sharks,
ya lousy land-lubber, ARRRR!

Eye exam for pirates:


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In keeping with the season...

Ghost Ship

Chorus-
One more year boys and a day
We’ll set sail for far away
Till then we toil and work and sweat
Till we pay off our cursed debt

We’ve been through the seven seas
We keep sailing with no breeze
Set no anchor touch no land
With death’s head grins and skeletal hands

At the edge we heard a cry
Sailed on past and still we fly
We work the sails without wind
Through seven hells for we have sinned

We’ve forgotten all the laws
Lost in time the curses cause
A ship of inmates a ship of death
Our sails are filled by the devil’s breath

-chorus-

The sun and wind and moon and stars
The salt sea mist are never ours
Still we chase them shiver and shake
Pray you don’t cross our burning wake

by Westan James