Funeral Dirge When I've shuffled off this mortal coil Wrap me up in skins of oil For no more upon the docks shall I be seen... But don't come lookin' for these bones I'll not sail with Davy Jones And there'll be no peace for me on Fiddler's Green Chorus: For the black flag did I fly for me there'll be no by and by Well, the devil, he may take me but I swear he'll never break me The black flag I'll raise again and I'll sail into the wind On a ghost ship fleet and swift I'll sail the sea Like a demon on the endless waves I'll rob the piper for me pay Every mariner shall fear to see my sails Jolly roger flyin' high On a black and starless night Any man that stands against me crew shall fail At the tolling of the bell All the denizens of hell Shall fall down on their knees and beg for mercy But the devil I'll put in irons Leave him hangin' in the fire Old Lucifer can be no friend to me

Fish in the Sea Now come all you young sailormen, listen to me and I'll sing you a song of the fish in the sea, and it's... Windy weather boys, stormy weather, boys When the wind blows we're all together, boys Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes. Up jumps the eel with his slippery tail, He climbs up aloft and he reefs the topsail, and it's... Windy weather boys, stormy weather, boys When the wind blows we're all together, boys Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes. Then up jumps the herring, the king of the sea, Saying, 'All of ya fishes, now come follow me!' and it's... Windy weather boys, stormy weather, boys When the wind blows we're all together, boys Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes. Below lurks the Kraken, in his cavern so snug When he's feelin' frisky, beware of his hugs! and it's... Windy weather boys, stormy weather, boys When the wind blows we're all together, boys Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes. Then up jumps the shark with his nine rows of teeth Saying, 'You eat the dough boys, and I'll eat the beef!' and it's... Windy weather boys, stormy weather, boys When the wind blows we're all together, boys Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes. Then up jumps the whale... the largest of all, 'If you want any wind, well, I'll blow ye a squall!' and it's... Windy weather boys, stormy weather, boys When the wind blows we're all together, boys Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes.

Rats of New Orleans Take a walk down on Bourbon Street Hear the music now and it sweet See the people and the rats of New Orleans. Frenchman, Royal or lower Decatur, Look again that ain’t no alligator. Beware of the rats of New Orleans. If you walk to French Quarter keep an eye on your feet You might kick a rat hangin' out in the street. Don’t you tread on the rats of New Orleans. Your trash is their treasure, Your dumpster their heaven. They slink down the alleys through all kinds of weather. The streets are their homes and they're never alone, Don’t you turn your back on those rats of New Orleans. Now be careful my friend, don’t ya find yourself utterly Drunk and a'layin' face down in the gutter, You’ll be picked clean by the Rats of New Orleans. And don’t you go wandering down any dark alleys Where are the meanest of Rats they all gather and rally. Don’t be caught unaware by the rats of New Orleans. Now some Rats are clean, and other Rats dirty, Some Rats are cruel and other Rats flirty. Break your bread with the Rats of New Orleans. Your trash is their treasure, Your dumpster their heaven. They slink down the alleys through all kinds of weather. The streets are their homes and they're never alone, Don’t you turn your back on those Rats of New Orleans. Now some play the music, some dance to the beat, Some they hold signs while they lay in the streets. Give your spare change to the Rats of New Orleans. Now some of us Rats is just down on our luck So we pour out our souls just to bring home a buck. Please be kind to the Rats of New Orleans. We can be your best friend or your worst enemy We all want the same thing, we’re just tryin' to be free And they call us the Rats of New Orleans Your trash is our treasure, Your dumpster our heaven. We slink down the alleys through all kinds of weather. The streets are our homes and we're never alone, Don’t you turn your back on us Rats of New Orleans. We're the Rats.... Beware..... The Rats of New Orleans

The Derelict Fifteen men on the 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 bos'n's pike, The bos'n brained with a marlinspike 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 a 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 While soggy skies Dripped down in their Up-staring eyes-- Like a murk sunset and a 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 yawning hole in a battered head-- And the scuppers glut with a rotting red. And there they lay-- Aye, damn my eyes!-- All lookouts clapped On paradise-- All souls bound just contrariwise-- Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! Fifteen men of 'em good and true-- Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! Every man jack could ha' sailed with Old Pew-- Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! There was chest on chest full of Spanish gold, With a ton of plate in the middle hold, And the cabins riot of loot untold. And they lay there That took the plum, With the 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 the stern light screen- Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! Chartings no doubt where a woman had been!- Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! It was a flimsy shift on a bunker cot, With a thin dirk slit through the bosom spot And the lace stiff dry with a purplish blot. Was she some wench... Or some shuddering maid...? That dared the knife- And took the blade! By God! she was stuff for a plucky jade- Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! Fifteen men on the 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 the 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 a sullen swell, Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell! Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!

Lots O' Booty Oh being a pirate I’ve sailed the high seas I’ve known lots of girls in the ports that I’ve seen I tell you me friends there ain’t nothing as keen As a nice broad back side on a pretty Colleen I likes me wenches with Lots O' Booty I'd die for a Doxie with a healthy backside. Here is a toast to voluptuous vixens There’s nothing as fine as a bottom that’s wide! Well I left home at 15 from the port of me birth. For many's a year I have traveled this earth. There is nothing in this world that fills me with mirth Like a nice round rear end of generous girth! I likes me wenches with Lots O' Booty I'd die for a Doxie with a healthy backside. Here is a toast to voluptuous vixens There’s nothing as fine as a bottom that’s wide! When I came into port I was dead on me feet Till large bottomed lady I happened to meet, I tell you me friends with they say can’t be beat! With a nice big cushion THE PUSHIN' IS SWEET! I likes me wenches with Lots O' Booty I'd die for a Doxie with a healthy backside. Here is a toast to voluptuous vixens There’s nothing as fine as a bottom that’s wide! Well we’re sailing our ship to a port in the west We'll stay for a week and get plenty of rest I’ll find me a girl with three things I like best..... A nice heavy behind and two double D breasts! I likes me wenches with Lots O' Booty I'd die for a Doxie with a healthy backside. Here is a toast to voluptuous vixens There’s nothing as fine as a bottom that’s wide! There’s nothing as fine as a bottom that’s wide!

Jack-A-Roe There was a wealthy merchant, in London he did dwell He had a beautiful daughter, the truth to you I'll tell Oh the truth to you I'll tell She had sweethearts a plenty and men of high degree But none but Jack the sailor her true love e'er could be Oh her true love e'er could be Now, Jackie, he's gone sailing with trouble on his mind He's left his native country and his darling girl behind Oh his darling girl behind She went down to a tailor's shop and dressed in man's array She climbed on board a vessel and conveyed herself away Oh conveyed herself away Before you get on board Sir, your name I'd like to know She smiled upon her countenance 'they call me Jack A Roe' Oh they call me Jack A Roe Your waist, it is too slender and your fingers they are small Your cheeks too red and rosy to face the cannonball Oh to face the cannonball I know my waist is slender and my fingers they are small But it would not make me tremble to see ten thousand fall Oh to see ten thousand fall The war soon being over, she went and looked around Among the dead and wounded her darling boy she found Oh her darling boy she found She picked him up all in her arms and carried him to town She sent for a physician to quickly heal his wounds Oh to quickly heal his wounds This couple they got married, so well they did agree This couple they got married, so why not you and me Oh why not you and me

Leaving of Liverpool Oh fare ye well my own true love For I am sailin' far, far away Oh I am bound for California But I know that I'll return some day Chorus: So fare ye well, my own true love And when I return, united we will be It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grievin' me But, my darling, when I think of thee Oh I set sail on a yankee sailing ship The Davy Crockett is her name Old Burgess is the captain of her And they say she is a floating hell Well, I have sailed with Burgess once before He's a man that I know right well If a man is a pirate, then he'll get along And if not than he's sure for hell Oh, the sun is in the harbour, love And I wish I could remain For I know that it will be a long, long time Before I can see you again