I was just telling Nathan, that guy at our wedding, about this the other day, he'd never heard of it. So if you're reading this, see, I'm not completely mad!
YAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!! Talk like a pirate day has been going on for years, I think. Avast, landlubbers! Grog, rum, wenches. Keelhaul! Yaaarrr.
Sung to the tune of 'This Old Man' (not my song) This pirate, Has a hat, Where a skull and cross bones sat, With an 'Ar, Ar, Ar' and an 'Aye Matey', This pirate sailed on the sea. This pirate, With a patch, He sailed around without a scratch, With an 'Ar, Ar, Ar' and an 'Aye Matey', This pirate sailed on the sea. This pirate, Wears an earring, Made with fishing hook and string, With an 'Ar, Ar, Ar' and an 'Aye Matey', This pirate sailed on the sea.
What should you do witha drunken pirate, What should you do with a drunken pirate, What should you do with a drunken piraaaaaaaate, Early in the morning!
Whooptah! My crazy ship-mates and I have been practising for this for the last 6 months. Curse the lack of any piratey emoticon.
Haul Away, Joe Traditional - Lyrics from Shanties from the Seven Seas, by Stan Hugill (abridged) Naow whin Oi wuz a little boy an' so me mother told me, 'Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe! That if Oi didn't kiss the gals me lips would all grow mouldy. 'Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe! An' Oi sailed the seas for many a year not knowin' what Oi wuz missin', Then Oi sets me sails afore the gales an' started in a-kissin'. Oi got meself an Oirish gal an' her name wuz Flannigan, She stole me boots, she stole me clothes, she pinched me plate an' pannikin. Oi courted then a Frenchie gal, she took things free an' aisy, But naow Oi've got an English gal an' sure she is a daisy. Oh, King Louis wuz the King o' France, afore the revolution, But the people cut his big head orf an' spoiled his constitution. Oh, once Oi wuz in Oireland a-diggin' turf an' taties, But naow Oi'm on a Limejuice ship an' a-haulin' on the braces. Saint Patrick wuz a gintleman, an' he come of daycent paypul, He built a church in Dublin town an' on it set a staypul. From Oireland thin he druv the snakes, then drank up all the whisky, This made him dance an' sing an' jig, he felt so fine an' frisky. Yiz call yerself a second mate an' cannot tie a bowline, Ye cannot even stand up straight when the packet she's a-rollin'. :yarr: P.S. Stole Toaf's hat...
Well as the first to be talking like a pirate let me just say: Ahoy me mateys! Where be the tresar be at? Eh, the darty stinkin land lubber that yer arghhhhh! :yarr:
Avast there me hearties - I been askin that scurvy landlubber`Unhappy Bob to talk all piratey like, and he keeps a sayin' that he baint no pirate lover on account of one of 'em stole his shoe. I keeps a tellin' he that primates be different to pirates, but he bain't be a listenin to me. And he got really unhappy when I gave he the parrot to sit on his shoulder, on account of he aint got none (shoulders that be), and so the parrot had to sit on his head. What be happenin' next was very messy and made he even more unhappy. Made me give out a huge piratey larrf so it did, but that just seemed to make things even worse. Larst straw was the parrot then flew off with 'is hat. Now 'es as miserable a scurvy knave as ever walked the plank.... I gives up.
Be it true that the skyscraper you have in yon big country be named after the top sail o' a ship, mi hartey... yarrr? :yarr:
Yar. I'm the deadliest scallywag to ever swing a sword. [/guybrush] Pirates pirates pirates. Brig! Mutiny! Ahoy! Yarr! Festerin' brigand! Turnip! Aye, I love pirates.
Yarr. The Church o' Orrdos be givin out free bottles of rum to anyone who be presentin' me with fifteen men on a dead man's chest.* Have a happy Pirate day. Arrr!!!!! *They must be human and not male monkeys, fish or maggots. I knows a loophole when I sees one. yarr. Yo ho ho and a nice cuppa coffee. Avast me hearties! ... Okay I'm done. Happy talk like a pirate day everyone!!
