BCarp Posted August 12, 2014 Share Posted August 12, 2014 Remember it? Pretty good song! First appeared on their "Works, Vol. 1" album in 1977. Here's a video (with some fun images!): Here are the lyrics: Who'll make his markThe captain criedTo the devil drink a toastWe'll glut the holdWith cups of goldAnd we'll feed the sea with ghostsI see your hunger for a fortuneCould be betterServed beneath my flagIf you've the stomachFor a broadsideCome aboard my pretty boysI will take you and make youEverything you've ever dreamed Make fast the guns tonight we sailWhen the high tide floods the bayCut free the linesAnd square the yardsGet the black flag stowed awayThe turk the arab and the spaniardWill soon have pennies on their eyesAnd any other laden fancyWe will take her by surpriseI will take you and make youEverything you've ever dreamed Six days off the cuban coastWhen a sail ahead they spiedA galleon of the treasure fleetThe mizzen lookout criedCloser to the wind my boysThe mad eyed captain roaredFor every man that's alive tonightWill be hauling gold aboard Spare us the galleon beggedBut mercy's face had fledBlood ran from the screaming soulsThe cutlass harvestedDriven to the quarter deckThe last survivor fellShe's ours my boysThe captain grinnedAnd no one left to tell The captain rose from a silk divanWith a pistol in his fistAnd shot the lock from an iron boxAnd a blood red ruby kissedI give you jewelry of turquoiseA crucifix of solid goldOne hundred thousand silver piecesIt is just as I foretoldYou, you see there before youEverything you've ever dreamed Anchored in an indigo moonlit bayGold eyed 'round firesThe sea thieves layMorning, white shellsAnd a pipe of clayAs the wind filled their footprintsThey were far, far away Our sails swell fullAs we brave all seasOn a westward windTo live as we pleaseWith the wicked wild eyed womanOf portobello townWhere we've been toldThat a purse of goldBuys any man a crownThey will serve you and cloth youExchange your ragsFor the velvet coats of kings Who'll drink a toast with meI give you libertyThis town is ours - tonight Landlord wineAnd make it the finestMake it a cup for a sea dogs thirstTwo long years of bones and beachesFever and leaches did their worstSo fill the night with paradiseBring me peach and peacock'till I burst But first, I want a soft touchIn the right placeI want to feel like a king tonightTen on the blackTo beat the frenchmanBack you dogsGive them room to turnNow open wide sweet heavens gateTonight were gonnaSee if heaven burnsI want an angel on a gold chainAnd I'll ride her to the starsIt's the last timeFor a long, long timeCome the daybreak we embark On the flood of the morning tideOnce more the ocean cried This company will return one dayThough we feel your tearsIt's the price we payFor there's prizes to be takenAnd glory to be foundCut free the chainsMake fast your soulsWe are eldorado bound I will take youFor always, forever, togetherUntil hell calls our names Who'll drink a toast with meTo the devil and the deep blue seaGold drives a man to dream Carpie "You will be a brother to pirates and corsairs...." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
William Brand Posted August 17, 2014 Share Posted August 17, 2014 Thank you. I don't believe I'd ever heard that one. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bright Posted August 20, 2014 Share Posted August 20, 2014 (edited) Flogging Molly Float http://youtu.be/5-IrkGfcNAU Drank away the rest of the dayWonder what my liver would sayDrink, that's all you can Blackened days with their bigger galesBlow in your parlor to discuss the dayListen, that's all you can Ah, but don't, no don't sink the boatThat you built, you built to keep afloatAh no, don't, no don't sink the boatThat you built Sick and tired of what to sayNo one listens, anywaySing, that's all you can Rambling years of lousy luckYou miss the smell of burning turfDream, that's all you can Ah, but don't, no don't sink the boatThat you built, you built to keep afloatAh no, don't, no don't sink the boatThat you built, that you built to keep afloat Singled out for who you areIt takes all types to judge a manFeel, that's all you can Filthy suits with bigot earsHide behind their own worst fearsLive, that's all you can It's all you canIt's all you can do No matter where I put my headI wake up feeling sound againDream, it's all you can Tomorrow smells of less decayThe flowers quick just bloom and frayBe thankful, that's all you can Ah, but don't, don't sink the boatThat you built, you built to keep afloatAh no, don't, no don't sink the boatThat you built, you built to keep afloat Ah no, don't, oh no, don't sink the boatOh, that you built, that you built to keep afloat A ripe old age, a ripe old ageI'm a ripe old age, that's what I amI'm ripe old age, a ripe old ageA ripe old age, just do it the best I can, hey A ripe old age, a ripe old ageA ripe old age, that's what I amA ripe old age, a ripe old ageA ripe old age, just do it the best I can, heyThe best I can Edited August 20, 2014 by Bright Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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