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arrrrrrrrrr ships to plunder be our prize lets drink some more
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Arrrr Have a good night both of ye, I need to retire to my quarters for the evening
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Me thinks I've had too much ale.
I be a swashbuckling flea, eye patch and swagger, Wooden peg leg and a shiny gold plated dagger. I've sailed the seas on the back of a rat, Had to jump off when it got ate by the cat. Now I only ride the best, sea farin dog, We like to play cards an swig on the grog. I got me an eye patch, makes the girls smile, I kin strut me peg leg, with grace and style. Sometimes I git tipsy, drinkin too much rum, I fall right off the dog and land on me bum. On the back of me dog, right into the blue, Swashbuckler at heart, I be sailin straight an true. Who cares. |
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good night me pirate mate. rest the well for it is treasure explorin tomorrow
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hi all
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i care me pirate matey tom
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Get yourself of to your hammock war.
There's still ale to be drunk here If you cut sea's waves with scissors You will find only water And the relics of fhoenician ship Where I once sat with many slaves. The whip that struck my back was made in the shape of your hand, And the voice that commanded row! row! was sharp as an ax I wanted Love to wave like the skull on the black flag Of a pirate ship. Something quick, something torn right out of my body. |
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((( hbb ))) Pirate party tonight
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((tom)) how r u
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arrrr hello me beauty heartbroken how is yee this fine night
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Shiver me timbers
with pieces of eight I've had loads of ale And I'm feeling great. |
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could be better u peachie
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arrrrrrrr i am always happy when me mateys arrrrrrrrr around. whats wrong me beauty. sit down and have a and tell ye favorite wench what be wrong with the
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Welcome to me pirate pub, food and drinks galore,
Pistols, swords and weapons stack em up by the door. The grilled shark steak, specialty of the pub, Best eatin in the Carib, come get some grub. Known far and wide for having the tastiest grog, You'll know its the place when ya see me three legged dog. Got me the best wenches, voluptuous fer sure, They all be pretty their hearts be almost pure. Our rum be made from the sweetest sugar cane, So smooth go in down it can drive ya insane. So come by with yer mates to re group, I be runnin a special, bilge rat soup. |
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arrrrrrrrrrrr bilge rat soup galore tom ur the best pirate of that im sure!!!! here here
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I've run out of poems
But the ale is still flowin' Whoever comes in now Will do the boat rowin' This is me last one So plese don't you blubber There's plenty more ale For another landlubber |
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me last drink my fine mate tomorrow i will return and indeed it will be great!!! good night tom. i have had fun. thanks for playing along!! ur the best
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I'll take your best long tom!
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I'll leave ya for tonight with one last short one
I am a porno Pirate There’s a girl on my gang-plank called Violet, With no underwear She does solemnly swear She’ll try all she can do to tire it. |
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((( poison ))) Welcome to the pirate party.
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