Drunken sailors left out of rhyme

[MadL]

More PC Madness!

"I'm A Rover" will now be sung as follows:

Well the night be dark as dungeon

not a star to be seen above

I will be guided, without a stumble

To the arms o' me onlyfriend

I went to her bed room window,

Came up gently upon a stone

I wrapped upon her father's window,

"Dear sir will ye chaparon?"

Chorus:

For, I'm a rover who's journey never over

I'm a rover of high decree

An' when i'm think'n, I'm always stink'n

Of how to gain my loves company

She raised her head from her feather pillow

With her arms up around her head,

Sayin', "Who's out my window

distubing me at my long celibacy?"

"'Tis but me, you own true friend,

Open the door and please let me in

For, I have come a long wet journey,

And I'm here dreanched to the skin."

Chorus:

For, I'm a rover who's journey never over

I'm a rover of high decree

An' when i'm think'n, I'm always stink'n

Of how to gain my loves company

She opened the door with the greatest pleasure!

Opened the door, AND she let me in!

Her father rushed in, blunderbuss in hand,

'Til the morn we drank tea 'n laughed.

"But now, Me friend, I must go and leave you.

Allthough the mountains be high above-

I will climb them for greater pleasure,

than I've been with me only friend!"

Chorus:

For, I'm a rover who's journey never over

I'm a rover of high decree

An' when i'm think'n, I'm always stink'n

Of how to gain my loves company

'n "The Old Black Rum" will now be "The DAD's Root Beer" as follows:

I drank 16 Root Beers for the price of one

tryin to find the courage to talk to one

I asked her for a dance, not a second glance

my night had just begun

Well I'd drink Root Beer to the father or the holy ghost

kneeling at the alter of my nightly post

and I'll raise a glass of Root Beer, not the first or last

come join me in some buttered toast

Chorus:

'Cause the old DAD's Root Beer got a hold on me

like th' dog wrapped 'round my leg

and the old DAD's Root Beer got a hold on me

will I live for another day

The queen of George Street just went walkin' on by

walkin' on by with some guy who don't care

that she stood in line since half past nine

and spent three hours on her hair

Her friend is lookin' at me with an evil grin

I think a bloody racket might soon begin

I must have said something to the George Street queen

now the boys are joining in.

Chorus:

'Cause the old DAD's Root Beer got a hold on me

like th' dog wrapped 'round my leg

and the old DAD's Root Beer got a hold on me

will I live for another day

So I drank all my money in Root Beer and I slept out in the rain

Every day is different, but the nights are all the same

You never see the sun on the old DAD's Root Beer

and I know I'm gonna do it again.

Edited February 9, 2009 by MadL

[Graydog]

EDIT: And let us not be pointing too many fingers at the Brits, it looks to me as if we started this PC hog wash trying to placate everyone else in the world.

What country is more PC in attitude, is an angels on the head of a pin argument and I respect the fact that you don't see this the same way. Doesn't do a lot of good to get into how far over the top is over the top when both places are over the top. There certainly are many a PC item here that we also can take great "pride" in.

The mucking with a song (which replaces an honest worker who needs to be punished for being drunk when its time for duty, with a criminal that has to be placated) is the epitome of PC on many levels.

Now, seeing as we still need lyrics for the grumpy pirate;

What do you do with a grumpy pirate?

Give him a hostage he will ransom,

Give him a hostage he will ransom,

Give him a hostage he will ransom,

Early in the morning

Give him a ship and he will plunder,

Give him a ship and he will plunder,

Give him a ship and he will plunder,

Early in the morning

Show him money and he will steal it,

Show him money and he will steal it,

Show him money and he will steal it,

Early in the morning

Get in his way and he will kill you,

Get in his way and he will kill you,

Get in his way and he will kill you,

Early in the morning

Give him some rum and he will drink it,

Give him some rum and he will drink it,

Give him some rum and he will drink it,

Early in the morning, mid morning, noon, afternoon, early evening, twilight, evening, midnight,

(This is getting way too much fun and I will stop now!)

Now of course after that last verse you could sing about what to do with a drunken pirate, but in the PC world they never drink to excess. LMAO

Assuming mayhaps thar still be a Royal Navy, here's a verse for them;

What do you do with a grumpy pirate?

Hang by the neck from the nearest yardarm,

Hang by the neck from the nearest yardarm,

Hang by the neck from the nearest yardarm,

Early in the Morning.

Edited February 9, 2009 by Graydog

[Joe Pyrat]

Having worked for the government (US) for about 40 years I find that difficult to imagine, but having never lived in the UK I'll take your word for it. A sad state of affairs either way.

Edited February 10, 2009 by Joe Pyrat