MinRat Posted January 24, 2004 Share Posted January 24, 2004 Hear is a time to use your head (if you still got one) to be creative. Try to think up some new verses to the song "The Drunken Sailor." "The Drunken Sailor" is fo'c'sle song. In other words it is a song sang when there is nothing to do and the crew of the ship is board. What shall we do with the drunken sailor, What shall we do with the drunken sailor, What shall we do with the drunken sailor, earlye in the morning. (What ever the verse that you create is) ex, Shave his belly with a rusty razor Shave his belly with a rusty razor, Shave his belly with a rusty razor, earlye in the morning. Way, way up she rises, Way, way up she rises, Way, way up she rises, earlye in the morning. Wile you sit and ponder I will happily provide the drinks. I love being on leave. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ida Dunnitt Posted January 24, 2004 Share Posted January 24, 2004 Hmmm... How about these: Make him clean up after the sick ship's surgeon... Stab him with a spoon, because you know it'll hurt more... Call the fab five to give him a complete makeover... Tattoo him with a picture of the cast of "Fraiser"... Use his tongue to swab termites from the figurehead... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Serendipity Posted January 24, 2004 Share Posted January 24, 2004 Amoung other verses, some my group uses are these... Put a monkey down his breeches, Put a monkey down his breeches, Put a monkey down his breeches, Earl-y in the morning. Way, hey up she rises, Way, hey up she rises, Way, hey up she rises, earl-y in the morning. Steal his stuff when he's not looking, steal his stuff when he's not looking, steal his stuff when he's not looking, earl-y in the morning! Way, hey up she rises, Way, hey up she rises, Way, hey up she rises, earl-y in the morning. Hang his undies from the yard arm, hang his undies from the yard arm, hang his undies from the yard arm, earl-y in the morning. Way, hey up she rises, Way, hey up she rises, Way, hey up she rises, earl-y in the morning. Shave his legs and call him Julie, Shave his legs and call him Julie, Shave his legs and call him Julie, Earl-y in the morning. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Trapper Posted January 24, 2004 Share Posted January 24, 2004 The verses I was always partial to were: Hit 'im in the face with a nasty salmon Put 'im in bed with the Captain's daughter You've never seen the Captain's daughter There she is," friggin'" in the riggin'. The last one was always requested by the Navy guys. Trapper Captain of the Tinker's Damn Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Desert Pyrate Posted January 24, 2004 Share Posted January 24, 2004 And the traditional one after that is "Take the baby and name it Bosun.." And I always thought Drunken Sailor was a capstan song, not a foc's'le. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MinRat Posted January 25, 2004 Author Share Posted January 25, 2004 I have a feeling about what most people's definition of a captains daughter is. But it is not that, a captains daughter is a whip like the cat-O'-nine-tails. To "Put him in bed with the captain's daughter" means simply flog him. As for it being a capstan song that may be so, it has the right rhythm. I love being on leave. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Connecticut Ben Posted January 25, 2004 Share Posted January 25, 2004 http://www.geocities.com/Yosemite/Trails/2...2625/song1.html There are no limits to the human imagination. How about a Guiness world record for longest continuous performance, without repeated verses, of the Drunken Sailor? I have witnessed 45 minutes ... any verified greater times? Cheers, CT Ben Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wartooth Posted January 25, 2004 Share Posted January 25, 2004 Hmmm...Tattoo him with a picture of the cast of "Fraiser"... You are a cruel, cruel woman. Remind me to never cross ye. Wartooth Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MinRat Posted January 25, 2004 Author Share Posted January 25, 2004 http://www.geocities.com/Yosemite/Trails/2...2625/song1.htmlThere are no limits to the human imagination. How about a Guiness world record for longest continuous performance, without repeated verses, of the Drunken Sailor? I have witnessed 45 minutes ... any verified greater times? Cheers, CT Ben With enough thought we could make a new record. give him command of an empty barrel. drop him off with the nearest trawler. I love being on leave. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Desert Pyrate Posted January 25, 2004 Share Posted January 25, 2004 here are some more I found online Put him in a long-boat till he's sober Keep him there and make 'im bale 'er. Trice him up in a runnin' bowline. Tie him to the tasffrail when she's yard-arm under. Put him in the scuppers with a hose-pipe on him Take 'im and shake 'im and try an' wake 'im Give 'im a dose of salt and water. Give 'im a taste of the bosun's rope-end. Stick on 'is back a mustard plaster. Soak 'im in oil till he sprouts a flipper. Put him in the guard room till he gets sober. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Coastie04 Posted January 26, 2004 Share Posted January 26, 2004 Some of my favorite I must credit to either the Corsairs or the Jolly Rogers (can't remember which CD it's on). They came a few verses after the Captain's Daughter verses. Give 'im the hair of the dog what bit him* Give 'im the hair of the dog what bit him Give 'im the hair of the dog what bit him Early in the mornin' But have you seen the dog what bit him? Have you seen the dog what bit him? ...Better lookin' than the Captain's daughter Early in the mornin' *Of interesting note, I found out that an early remedy for animal bites was to bandage some of that animal's hair on the wound. Apparently this was supposed to help prevent infection. She was bigger and faster when under full sail With a gale on the beam and the seas o'er the rail Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Coastie04 Posted January 26, 2004 Share Posted January 26, 2004 Other verses I've heard and enjoy: Make him scrub the deck with the Captain's toothbrush Make him walk barefoot on broken glass Poke his eye out with a red-hot (or rusty) cutlass Put him in a dress and call him Sally Put him in the bilge and make him drink it Take him to a pub and get him drunker Make him pay the crew's tab with his wages Coastie She was bigger and faster when under full sail With a gale on the beam and the seas o'er the rail Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Capt. Morgan Posted March 19, 2004 Share Posted March 19, 2004 Hmm... here's one me merry marauders came up with one cold, wet morning while we were singing and waiting for helos to pick us up (Marines singing Navy songs? We're a bunch o' pirates, we are)... "Toss 'im on the beach with the Ma-rines..." Touche' Ship's Marksman & Crab Fiend Pyrates of the Coast "All the skill in the world goes out the window if an angel pisses in the flintlock of your musket." "Florida points like a guiding thumb, To the southern isles of rumba and rum, To the mystery cities and haunted seas, Of the Spanish Main and the Caribbees..." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
John_Young Posted March 22, 2004 Share Posted March 22, 2004 I thought Drunken Sailor had a lot of verses... "Yo Ho, all together hoist the colours high Heave Ho, theives and beggers Never shall we die..." "I don't care who ye say you are lad, if ye say 'savvy' one more time, I'll bury this cutlass in that thick skull of yers!" -Captain John Young - PILF Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Janette Morgan Posted March 27, 2004 Share Posted March 27, 2004 Get a jar o' mustard and make him eat it Get a jar o' mustard and make him eat it Get a jar o' mustard and make him eat it 'Till he comes back 'round Tell him, no more brownies 'till he's sober Tell him, no more brownies 'till he's sober Tell him, no more brownies 'till he's sober And drop 'em overboard Take him and drop him through the Stargate Take him and drop him through the Stargate Take him and drop him through the Stargate Pretend you didn't know Tie him to the plank and let him dangle Tie him to the plank and let him dangle Tie him to the plank and let him dangle Let him watch the sharks How be these, mates? Do I get the job? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Katie Nameless Posted April 15, 2004 Share Posted April 15, 2004 QUOTE (Ida Dunnitt @ Jan 23 2004, 10:51 PM) Hmmm... Tattoo him with a picture of the cast of "Fraiser"... Where did THAT come from? 'S genius. 'M so gunna threaten me brother with that. "Oh, never, never, never again, If I live to be a hundred or a hundred and ten. I fell to the ground and I couldn't get up After drinking a pint of the Johnny Jump Up." ~"Johnny Jump Up" -Gaelic Storm "This is one race of people for whom psychoanalysis is of no use whatsoever." -Sigmund Freud (on the Irish) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Saskia Posted May 5, 2004 Share Posted May 5, 2004 Dress him up in pink pyjamas Give him brown water and tell him it's rum Steal his pants and hoist them up the main mast Sing a song about him for half an hour Bash him on the head with a ten-pound mallet Slap him round the face with a slimy mullet Use him for bait when you're fishing for shark Flick him on the forehead and call him a loser That's all I can think of right now. But it could just go on and on couldn't it? this is a fun game! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Capt. Morgan Posted May 5, 2004 Share Posted May 5, 2004 tie him up, and drink his rum slap him with a codfish and call him stinky (no offense, Stynky!) put him on tv and call him Scupper watch him draw and call him Nigel give him a cool ship an' call him Cap'n Gary hang him from the gallows, call him Hawkyns drop her in a chopper and call her Ryann give him flowers and kitties and call him Sjor, er, Sjoder, er Sea Rover! paint her pink and call her Paisly toss her in the hot tub an' call her Merry give him a Guinness and call him Conner watch her write stories an' call her Quill (poison type...) Wow!! This could go on and on and... Touche' Ship's Marksman & Crab Fiend Pyrates of the Coast "All the skill in the world goes out the window if an angel pisses in the flintlock of your musket." "Florida points like a guiding thumb, To the southern isles of rumba and rum, To the mystery cities and haunted seas, Of the Spanish Main and the Caribbees..." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Indigojack Posted May 5, 2004 Share Posted May 5, 2004 After the Exxon Valdez ran aground the new verse was: Make him captain of an Exxon tanker Together we shall sail the sea, best friends we'll always be. But, if we should ever disagree, the hell with you, and hurray for me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Capt. Morgan Posted May 5, 2004 Share Posted May 5, 2004 After the Exxon Valdez ran aground the new verse was: Make him captain of an Exxon tanker How very, very fitting...! Touche' Ship's Marksman & Crab Fiend Pyrates of the Coast "All the skill in the world goes out the window if an angel pisses in the flintlock of your musket." "Florida points like a guiding thumb, To the southern isles of rumba and rum, To the mystery cities and haunted seas, Of the Spanish Main and the Caribbees..." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PyratePhil Posted May 14, 2004 Share Posted May 14, 2004 Iff'n ye would indulge me a wee bit... Postin' threads on the Pyrate Forum, Show one and all yer lack of decorum, If ya don't amaze, you'll surely bore 'em Postin on the Forum. Hey, Mod, don't delete me Hey, Mod, don't delete me Hey, Mod, don't delete me My post weren't so awful. Been accused of flamin' members, Weren't me, as I remembers, Least-ways since the past Novembers Postin on the Forum. Hey, Mod, don't delete me Hey, Mod, don't delete me Hey, Mod, don't delete me My post weren't so awful. Wa-ay down I'm sinkin', With these thoughts I'm thinkin' My posts are a-stinkin' Postin on the Forum. Hey, Mod, don't delete me Hey, Mod, don't delete me Hey, Mod, don't delete me My post weren't so awful. Ladies here are oh so pretty Better than in New York City These gals make them all look terrible Thought you'd catch me there, huh? Manly men are here in numbers While I post, they pro'lly slumbers Or they're watchin' "Dumb and Dumbers" Postin on the forum. Hey, Mod, I'm a Pyrate Now don't get so irate Grab a shovel and just pile it Postin' on the Forum. ...Qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum... ~ Vegetius Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Captain_MacNamara Posted June 3, 2004 Share Posted June 3, 2004 A few verses from the Bilge Pumps... My favorite singing pirates _____________________________________________ Put a little lobster in his breeches, Put a little lobster in his breeches, Put a little lobster in his breeches, Earl-eye in the mornin' Way hay, and up she rises, Way hay, and up she rises, Way hay, and up she rises, Earl-eye in the mornin' Turn him over and we'll hide our treasure map, Turn him over and we'll hide our treasure map, Turn him over and we'll hide our treasure map, Earl-eye in the mornin' Way hay, and up she rises, Way hay, and up she rises, Way hay, and up she rises, Earl-eye in the mornin' Shave his back and we'll knit a sweater, Shave his back and we'll knit a sweater, Shave his back and we'll knit a sweater, Earl-eye in the mornin' Way hay, and up she rises, Way hay, and up she rises, Way hay, and up she rises, Earl-eye in the mornin' Slam his pizzle in a rusted porthole, Slam his pizzle in a rusted porthole, Slam his pizzle in a rusted porthole, Earl-eye in the mornin' Way hay, and up she rises, Way hay, and up she rises, Way hay, and up she rises, Earl-eye in the mornin' Then send him off to pee in the poison ivy, Then send him off to pee in the poison ivy, Then send him off to pee in the poison ivy, Earl-eye in the mornin' Way hay, and up she rises, Way hay, and up she rises, Wait, HEY, Help me scratch this! Earl-eye in the mornin' What'll he do when he gets ashore He'll run like hell to the nearest whorehouse What'll he do when he gets to the whorehouse Way-hay, up he rises ___________________________________________ And a couple of me own verses: :) Send 'im in the powder room with a lit match, Send 'im in the powder room with a lit match, Send 'im in the powder room with a lit match, Earl-eye in the mornin' Way hay, and up she rises, Body parts o' diff'rent sizes, Blown to hell, and there he fries's, Earl-eye in the mornin' Put 'im in a dress and stand 'im on the corner, Put 'im in a dress and stand 'im on the corner, Put 'im in a dress and stand 'im on the corner, Earl-eye in the mornin' Way hay, and up she rises, Diff'rent things for Diff'rent prices, 20 bucks and he'll make ye rises He Love you long time! And that's what ye do with a drunken sailor... in the mornin'... hmm.... can't figure out which would be worse... hehe Captain of the Iron Lotus It is the angle that holds the rope, not the size of the hole. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cpts plesur wnch Posted June 6, 2004 Share Posted June 6, 2004 Iff'n ye would indulge me a wee bit...Postin' threads on the Pyrate Forum, Show one and all yer lack of decorum, If ya don't amaze, you'll surely bore 'em Postin on the Forum. Hey, Mod, don't delete me Hey, Mod, don't delete me Hey, Mod, don't delete me My post weren't so awful. Been accused of flamin' members, Weren't me, as I remembers, Least-ways since the past Novembers Postin on the Forum. Hey, Mod, don't delete me Hey, Mod, don't delete me Hey, Mod, don't delete me My post weren't so awful. Wa-ay down I'm sinkin', With these thoughts I'm thinkin' My posts are a-stinkin' Postin on the Forum. Hey, Mod, don't delete me Hey, Mod, don't delete me Hey, Mod, don't delete me My post weren't so awful. Ladies here are oh so pretty Better than in New York City These gals make them all look terrible Thought you'd catch me there, huh? Manly men are here in numbers While I post, they pro'lly slumbers Or they're watchin' "Dumb and Dumbers" Postin on the forum. Hey, Mod, I'm a Pyrate Now don't get so irate Grab a shovel and just pile it Postin' on the Forum. ahhh thats really cool, quite creative "Sticks and stones may break my bones but whips and chains excite me, so throw me down and tie me up and show me that you like me" "Evil is always possible. And goodness is eternally difficult." "...but there is no rose without a thorn no pleasure that is not paid for without the prick of pain." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cire Posted June 7, 2004 Share Posted June 7, 2004 Okay, these be a little rubbish, because I'm not really awake yet, but hey throw 'im in the sea and train a broadside on him Send him to the bilges and make him pump solo Throw him in the hot tub without Merry's say so Maroon him on a feminist island Maroon him on a feminist island Maroon him on a feminist island Earl-eye in the mornin' Way-hay and up she rises Poor old fellow don't like suprises Learn that fool to share his vices Earl-eye in the mornin' Because the world does revolve around me, and the universe is geocentric.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Duncan McGuyver Posted June 7, 2004 Share Posted June 7, 2004 Well I came up with one new round this past weekend while at the Hamptons Blackbeard Festival. While partying away around the encampment fire late Sat. evening one of our local suttlers passed out drunk around the fire. After wrapping him in some avalable canvas we got behind him and sung my new lyrics: What shall we do with the drunken suttler, What shall we do with the drunken suttler, What shall we do with the drunken suttler, earlye in the morning. Stick him in a chair and rob his tent blind, Stick him in a chair and rob his tent blind, Stick him in a chair and rob his tent blind, earlye in the morning. Captain Duncan McGuyver Crew Of The Vigilant Baltimore Maryland Based 17th & 18th Century Naval Living History Crew Of The Vigilant The Juryrig MDRF Based Social & Renfaire Crew The Juryrig Port Tortuga A Piracy based Pennsic household B09 Block, The Highlands (Up Hill & Left) Port Tortuga Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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