RustyNell

I am so bummed I missed that Salad-mungundi - it looks incredibly yummy

My idea for the silent auction was indeed that... that they must be present to win.just make a closing time for the silent auction... maybe half an hour before live bidding starts on the selected items. I'm just trying to find a way to cut down the actual live auction time for you. You can announce the winners of items on the silent auctions first, and if someone really wants the item and is willing to pay more they can bid live otherwise it stands as it closed in writing.... then start the bidding of the few items we've chosen to be live auction items only. maybe pick 5 things you expect a bidding war on for the live portion.

So you mean I'm doing this all wrong? I thought chicks all love a man in uniform?!?!? Time to change strategies again... LOL Your right Diosa, Sterling has the mystery thing down and its certainly intriguing. He is a man of few words. Seems to me, gals like us (who never shut up) particularly like that in a man - strong and silent - -(singing to herself "ahh - -sweet mystery of life at last i've found you" )--- to Sterling: FINE... just stand there with that proud smirk, you torturous bastard!

It was a halloween costume from many years ago that I had tucked in a back room at my last job and forgot about. I came across them a few months ago and put 2 and 2 together. I'm glad the cappy donned it with Chrispy I had been rolled enough (falling down and such) by the last night to have the energy. They were great. It was really funny.

Be serious, it was a unisex hat. Actually I thought it would be sexy and attract chicks. But it didn't work very well - I always seemed to be around surrounded by a lot of guys. . . Damn! Maybe that's because it really was a girly hat. Actually, it's a bi-sexual hat. If you're wearing it and you want to get someone to have sex, you have to buy it. (Please to note: this joke is a lot funnier when told than written. It's also mostly only funny if you're drunk or have the mind of a 12 year old boy. (Which you should give back to the boy when you're done with it.)) LOL.....I must still be drunk or I'm a 12 year old boy and don't know it.... ummm (checking) nope I'm still drunk..

?? Just because I stole the bottle of rum ye stole?? Well that and the girl I be flirting with. . . I mean ya could have left one of 'em behind. Sorry Stynky, I know there's never enough RNR to go around...xoxo but what can I say Sterlings so blasted sexy grrrrrrr

FATHOM THE BOWL G Come all ye bold heros give an ear to me song D C G we'll sing in the praise of good brandy and rum G C D its a clear crystal fountain through Ireland doth roll. G D C D G Give me the punch ladle I'll fathom the bowl. G D I'll fathom the bowl. G D I'll fathom the bowl. D G D C D G give me the punch ladle I'll fathom the bowl From France we do get Brandy, from Jamaica comes rum sweet oranges and apples from Portugal come but Stout and Strong Cider are Irelands control give me the punch ladle I'll fathom the bowl. Me husband do disturb me when I'm lying at my ease He says as he likes, he does as he please Me husband he's the devil, his hearts black as coals give me the punch ladle I'll fathom the bowl Me father he do lie in the depths of the sea With no stone for his head but what matters for he Is the clear crystal fountain through Ireland doth roll give me the punch ladle I'll fathom the bowl

love Fathom the Bowl - one of me favorites I'll add that one to the Chords thread as well

ahhh Silkie alas it wasn't young Coates in yer basket :sigh:

Dang!! Jessi you never even said ouch! You are one tough cookie. I remember Kate's skirt getting tangled in the wheel when we were backing her up, nut you never said a word about your toe. OUCH!!

ROFL ----Cheeky and Mickey I'd have paid a shilling to see that as well. GREAT PHOTO

Re: # 4 --Thank you Master Hairbone - it was no doubt thanks to your safety training courses and the watchful eye under the command of Ms. Grace - that the all girl cannon crew was so impressive. Huzzah to you both, I enjoyed every shot from Maeve and a special thanks to Crudbeard for letting us name her, it was truly an honor! Thanks so much Harry for everything you do, and for making it possible to have the most amazing home for this festival. Now it appears that I too have been dealt a serious round of the crud... I'm a progressively coughing up a lung, one wet cold night was all it took--- time for another swig of DayQuil ----ewwww (pinches nose and tries to imagine its rum) all the kisses and hugs were worth it, I'd catch it all over again!

Started a Chord Chart sharing thread here, added a bunch of songs and will add more - just wanted to give others a chance to contribute as well. http://pyracy.com/index.php?showtopic=1379...mp;#entry331538 Look forward to a big pub sing next year XOXO Rusty

No Purchase, No Pay G C D I was down on me luck on the isle of Tortuga G C D Starvin’ to death when I heard a man say G C D I got the fastest square rigger in all the West Indies G C D G And I need forty men who can help me away When I asked the old salt of the work he was meanin’ He said takin’ the fat Spanish ships on the sea When I asked of the wages of all me hard labor He threw back his head and he bellered at me: G G C D No purchase, no pay is the rule of the day G G C D If we don’t take a prize, then you go empty handed G G C D You’ll fight like a dog to pluck a fine jewel G G C D G If anyone stands against us, you’ll help them to die We shipped out on a Friday to ply the sweet trade Weren’t gone but a week when we spied our fair prey Three fat Spanish ladies a stalled out to windward But we had the surprise and we seized the day We engaged them full on and we fought like the devil One of us, three of them, but we won’t let them flee And I had but one question for our rugged sea captain Why did you never say they’d be firing at me? (CHORUS) We fired our big guns and we captured those galleons They was as full of gold as three galleons could be I made a small fortune from my one adventure And retired from a short career in piracy Now I sit here in this fine London tavern Drinkin’ the best that my money will buy I’ll work and I’ll fight and I’m still a fine sailor But there ain’t enough money to pay me to die

MINGULAY BOAT SONG A What care we how light the spray is? E D E What care we for wind or weather? A Let her go, boys, every inch is E A Sailin' homeward to Mingulay. CHORUS:
 Heel ya ho, boys, let her go boys 
 Heave her head 'round into the weather 
 Heel ya ho, boys, let her go boys 
Sailin' homeward to Mingulay Clap your eyes on the sun arisin' 
 Gulls and doves fill the sky with feather 
 Cut her loose, boys, for the horizon 
 We'll be home soon in Mingulay 

 Wives are waitin' on the bank or 
Lookin' seaward, from the heather 
 Pull her round boys, and you'll anchor 
 'Ere the sun sets on Mingulay 

 Wives are waiting by the harbor, 
 We've been waiting since break of day. 
 We're pumped dry and walking larboard, 
 To our wives on Mingulay

LIFE OF A PIRATE CHORUS: Am G It's wonderful living the life of a pirate, Am G Am With the freedom to take what we can. Am G And we'll sail the world over, searchin' for plunder, Am G Am Am G Am Not fearin' to face any man, not fearin' to face any man. VERSE: (same progression as Chorus): We call no man our master, no lord and no king. Not long in one place do we stay. And this world is for those who can grab it, and hold it. Possession's the law of the day. BRIDGE: G Am So we take what we want, we don't bother with buyin'. G Am We say what we mean, there ain't no point to lyin'. Am G Am Don't like what we say, you might find yourself dyin', Am G Am In a manner too gruesome to say. V: When we come into town to spend all our spoils, A good time will be had by all. We'll all head to some pub to get drunk off our arses, When we're there, there ain't no last call. B: I'll get rum for meself and strong ale for me friends, And a great deal of loot on the wenches I'll spend. When the money's all gone it's off to sea again, To trade cargo for cannonball. CHORUS V: There's not one of us left who has not yet been blooded, For killing's a part of our trade. And the only thing standing between us and death, Is strength of arm, and speed of blade. B: So we live every day like it might be our last, For all of us know that life is hard and fast, We live for the moment, don't care 'bout the past, From this is our comradeship made. CHORUS

HOIST THE COLORS Am Yo Ho Haul Together Em Hoist the Colors High Am Heave Ho, Thieves and Beggars Em Never shall we die The king and his men stole the queen from her bed and bound her in her bones the seas be ours and by the powers where we will we roam Some men have died some are alive and others sail the sea With the keys to the cage and the devil to pay We lay for Fiddler's Green The bell has been raised from it's water grave Do you hear it sepuluchral tone? We are a call to all pay heed to the squall and turn you sails towards home The brethern all called and assembled in the hall Hoist the Jolly Rouge with a warning to all who oppose our call, that the Devil collects what is due

FIDDLERS GREEN C F C Am As I roved by the dockside one evening so fair C F C G To view the salt waters and take in the salt air F G Em Am I heard an old fisherman singing a song F Dm G Oh, take me away boys me time is not long C G C Wrap me up in me oilskin and jumpers F C G No more on the docks I'll be seen F G Em Am Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates Dm G C And I'll see you someday on Fiddlers Green Now Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard tell Where the fishermen go if they don't go to hell Where the weather is fair and the dolphins do play And the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away Now when you're in dock and the long trip is through There's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there too And the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free And there's bottles of rum growing on every tree. Where the skies are all clear and there's never a gail And the fish jump on board with one swish on their tail Where you lie at your leisure, there's no work to do And the skipper's below making tea for the crew Now I don't want a harp nor a halo, not me Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea I'll play me old squeeze-box as we sail along With the wind in the riggin to sing me a song

BOLD FIGHTING PIRATES Am C E7 We'll rant and we'll roar like bold fighting pirates Am C E7 We'll rant and we'll roar from top mast to hold Am G F E7 For we take our prizes where er' we can find em Am G E7 Am The straight to our island with chests full of gold. I've been a sea cook and I've been a clipper man I can sing I can dance i can walk the jib boom I can handle a rapier (cutlass) and cut a fine figure You better stand clear and give me my room I went to a dance one night in Tortuga There were lost of fine girls there as nice as you wish There was one pretty maid a chewin tobaccer Just like a young kitten chewin fresh fish I yearn for to fight but I yearn to love better To curl with the lady is my favorite sport and when she gets dizzy its on to another For I for me a woman in every damn port Some gets drunk on liquor some gets drunk on action Well me as you see i gets drunk on em all Just give me your gold and yer silver and jewels Or give me yer life and i'll still take my haul.

BILLY O'SHEA C F C Well I’ll sing ya song about the black ball line Boys C G C Haul Down Me Billies C F C Now that’s a line where I wasted Me prime boys C G C Haul Down Billy O Shea C F C G C Haul Down Haul Down Haul Down Me Billies C F C Haul Down Haul Down in Dublin City, C G C F C Haul down Billy O’Shea We were tinkers and tailors and fakers all boys then we signed as AB’s on the blackball St Patrick he was a Roman sailor He had a Potter and a Major Well he sailed around by the Gloucester Diamond And he drove the snakes all out of Ireland. Well we all got drunk in Dublin City then we signed as AB’s on the blackball Well I’ll sing ya song about the black ball line Boys Now that’s a line where I wasted Me prime boys

AWAY RIO C G C I'll tell you a tale bout plunderin the sea C F C Away Rio F C F C I'll sing you's a song if you'll plunder with me. C G C And we're bound for the Rio Grande C G C C F C And it’s away haul away, away Rio F C F C Fare thee well me bonnie young lass C G C And we’re bound for the Rio Grande Remember the last time in old Rio Grande We'll hang by the neck if they catch us again Our ship goes a-sailin’ out over the bar We’ll plunder these islands both near and both far So it’s goodbye to Sally and goodbye to Sue And to all who are listenin’ we're coming for you Our anchor is weighed and our sails they are set And them Bone Island Judies, we'll never forget Cheer up, there Rusty, now don’t look so glum We'll be bustin they're hulls, while we're drinkin’ yer rum.

I wanted to start a thread where we can all share the songs we've collected and help expand each others repertoires - this way we can more easily join in at events. I've added a few in the keys we do them in to get us started I hope this is a useful thread. As you can see we've taken some lyrical license, we claim pyrate!! Rusty Nell Riley Bone Island Buccaneers I'll share my homework if you share yours

Was going to start a new thread then i found this one - Here are some of the standard sea tunes we do - I copied this from our press kit - I'll come back and add more songs the keys later. Anyone interested in getting the charts please let me know I'm be happy to swap songs with ya. in fact I'll start a thread where we can post lyrics and chords. Most of these are public domain so there's no issues with doing that. I love not having to struggle to join in, so please add songs in your key as well so we all can join each other easily. Pump Shanty Billy Bones The Derelict The Mermaid Life of A Pirate Drunken Sailor All for Me Grog O'Reilly's Daughter Highland Laddie Billy O'Shea Ranza Rey Rowdy Soul Drink Bone Island Dry Do Re Me Rum Rolling Sea Sam's Gone Away Here to Drink the Whiskey Haul Away Joe Away Rio No Purchase No Pay Whiskey O Send Down A Dove Hoist the Colors Friggin in the Riggin Bellbottom Trousers Blow the Man Down Santiano Brotherhood of the Coast Old Joe Health to the Company Hangin Johnny Fiddlers Green Bold Fightin Pirates Maid on the Shore Lift your Glasses High Mingulay Boat Song

I must agree with Ms. Mary on this Mission, you shouldn't tease us so. To share all those wonderful stories then leave out the last, mead soaked, hat swapping, cow on the tent night well... its unfair to say the least.

I agree...Old Zach's Tavern isn't the best for singing. Unless its really quiet in there and the singer knows how to work around the bad acoustics it all sounds like a bloody muffled mess. There's not much we can do about the acoustics.. STILL its become a tradition, and the ambience is part of what makes those evenings special... Even with the bad sound, there were a few times during the public hours that the place was packed with people,...even if they could hardly understand what was being said they seemed transfixed by the whole spectacle. I'd really love to have some instrumental acoustic music in the pub to break things up, if anyone plays and wants to volunteer some time it would be great. I'm going to start a thread of old pub tunes and sea songs I hope people will add to it. If we can agree on Keys to play them in, by next year we'll have a good list of songs we can all play together. Wouldn't that be grand!!! For anyone who plays concertina, fiddle or fife it would be especially beneficial. What do you guys thing about a "Jam session" in the pub from 3 - until the park closes (since its primarily for the public) and then move the festivities beach side after the pub closes, so we can enjoy each others company before turning in? Of course the last night will always be the exception. We all spend more time in Old Zach's on that final evening because of the pig roast and ghost tours and video slide show. Not to mention, being inside the fort after dark is part of what makes this fest special. As much as I love the beach, I'd hate to see everything move outside the fort. I'll miss the shadows and the spirits, and I think they'd miss us.