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Been belting thesse out constantly at work...everyone always gives me weird looks, but they also tend to compliment me on my singing, so it's a double standard. :D
The Pyrates Royale
"The Brigantine"
Ease her down
Two points off the starboard bow
See her tops'ls pulling
As she's cruising from the west
Dark as tar
I pray she's just some fishin's gal
A night like this might sprout
A few more hairs upon your chest
It's all hands on deck now
Make ready with your runnin' gear
We'll bring our head around
And we'll damn well try to run
Friend or foe
She's got no reason bein' here
Cuttin' 'cross our bow
Like some hellion on the run
Steady boys
I can't exactly make her out
Looks to be a brigantine
I think I see her spars
Lively now
We may just have to come about
I wish to Hell they'd show a light
And tell us who they are
She's got her Royals flyin'
With the wind right off her quarterdeck
Here we're barely making way
With zephyrs from the North
For all the years we've been at sea
Or been around the water, heck,
I think we're seeing somethin'
We ain't never seen before
The old-timers tell us all about
The specter ships they've seen
We just sit and listen
And we hide derision in our sleeve
Tonight might make us wonder
Just what it is we do believe
Can you see
There's someone standin' at the wheel
Looks to be the starlight
Reflectin' from his eyes
He's big as life
And laughin' like he's fit to kill
Did anybody notice
There ain't no stars tonight
She's got her Royals flyin'
With the wind right off her quarterdeck
Here we're barely making way
With zephyrs from the North
For all the years we've been at sea
Or been around the water, heck,
I think we're seeing somethin'
We ain't never seen before
Watch her go
Did she even see us here
Plowin' through the darkness
Like a demon on the outs
Leave her go
Let's set our course for "out of here"
I'd just as soon not hang around
In case she comes about
It's all hands on deck now
Make ready with your runnin' gear
We'll bring our head around
And we'll damn well try to run
Friend or foe
She's got no reason bein' here
Cuttin' 'cross our bow
Like some hellion on the run
The old-timers tell us all about
The specter ships they've seen
We just sit and listen
And we hide derision in our sleeve
Tonight might make us wonder
Just what it is we do believe
----------------
Minstrels Of Mayhem
"Katie Sings"
There's a town in County Claire
Where the river runs clean
And the green upon the hillside
Can always be seen
Where we toil through the day
And we work endlessly
To be what we're raised to be
I, myself, am the miller's son Tom
I grind up all the wheat
As the day carries on
There's one moment in the day
That can make it worthwhile
And that's what makes me smile
La, la la la la la la la
La, la la la la
La, la la la la la la la
La, la la la la la...
They call me Casey Joe
I'm the son of the smith
I hammer through the day
'Til my muscles are stiff
But there's one moment in the day
That can simply inspire
And sets my heart on fire
La la la la la, la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la, la la la la la la
La la la, la la la la...
My name is Pat O'Neil
I'm a tinker by trade
Come on by my shop
See the kettles I've made
But there's a time when I close
And I search as I stroll
For the sound that touches my soul
La, la la, la la la la, la la la la
La la la la la la la
La, la la, la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
The story is the same
All through the town
There's an hour in the day
When they are worked down
We set aside our pitchforks
Our hammers, our mops
And all of our labouring stops
But there's someone hard at work
In the shop down the lane
She bakes all the bread
To this lovely refrain
It's the hour of the day
When we all feel like kings
'Cause that's when Katie sings
She sings...
La la la la, la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la, la la la la, la...
(Note: The "la"s aren't 100% right, but close enough for standard purposes)
The Pyrates Royale
"The Brigantine"
Ease her down
Two points off the starboard bow
See her tops'ls pulling
As she's cruising from the west
Dark as tar
I pray she's just some fishin's gal
A night like this might sprout
A few more hairs upon your chest
It's all hands on deck now
Make ready with your runnin' gear
We'll bring our head around
And we'll damn well try to run
Friend or foe
She's got no reason bein' here
Cuttin' 'cross our bow
Like some hellion on the run
Steady boys
I can't exactly make her out
Looks to be a brigantine
I think I see her spars
Lively now
We may just have to come about
I wish to Hell they'd show a light
And tell us who they are
She's got her Royals flyin'
With the wind right off her quarterdeck
Here we're barely making way
With zephyrs from the North
For all the years we've been at sea
Or been around the water, heck,
I think we're seeing somethin'
We ain't never seen before
The old-timers tell us all about
The specter ships they've seen
We just sit and listen
And we hide derision in our sleeve
Tonight might make us wonder
Just what it is we do believe
Can you see
There's someone standin' at the wheel
Looks to be the starlight
Reflectin' from his eyes
He's big as life
And laughin' like he's fit to kill
Did anybody notice
There ain't no stars tonight
She's got her Royals flyin'
With the wind right off her quarterdeck
Here we're barely making way
With zephyrs from the North
For all the years we've been at sea
Or been around the water, heck,
I think we're seeing somethin'
We ain't never seen before
Watch her go
Did she even see us here
Plowin' through the darkness
Like a demon on the outs
Leave her go
Let's set our course for "out of here"
I'd just as soon not hang around
In case she comes about
It's all hands on deck now
Make ready with your runnin' gear
We'll bring our head around
And we'll damn well try to run
Friend or foe
She's got no reason bein' here
Cuttin' 'cross our bow
Like some hellion on the run
The old-timers tell us all about
The specter ships they've seen
We just sit and listen
And we hide derision in our sleeve
Tonight might make us wonder
Just what it is we do believe
----------------
Minstrels Of Mayhem
"Katie Sings"
There's a town in County Claire
Where the river runs clean
And the green upon the hillside
Can always be seen
Where we toil through the day
And we work endlessly
To be what we're raised to be
I, myself, am the miller's son Tom
I grind up all the wheat
As the day carries on
There's one moment in the day
That can make it worthwhile
And that's what makes me smile
La, la la la la la la la
La, la la la la
La, la la la la la la la
La, la la la la la...
They call me Casey Joe
I'm the son of the smith
I hammer through the day
'Til my muscles are stiff
But there's one moment in the day
That can simply inspire
And sets my heart on fire
La la la la la, la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la, la la la la la la
La la la, la la la la...
My name is Pat O'Neil
I'm a tinker by trade
Come on by my shop
See the kettles I've made
But there's a time when I close
And I search as I stroll
For the sound that touches my soul
La, la la, la la la la, la la la la
La la la la la la la
La, la la, la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
The story is the same
All through the town
There's an hour in the day
When they are worked down
We set aside our pitchforks
Our hammers, our mops
And all of our labouring stops
But there's someone hard at work
In the shop down the lane
She bakes all the bread
To this lovely refrain
It's the hour of the day
When we all feel like kings
'Cause that's when Katie sings
She sings...
La la la la, la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la, la la la la, la...
(Note: The "la"s aren't 100% right, but close enough for standard purposes)