What DO you do with a drunken sailor?
~Well ships may come and ships may go, as long as the seas do roll,
And a sailor lad, just like his dad, he loves his rum and bowl~
Now a lass ashore he do adore, a woman who’s plump and round
But when your money’s all gone it’s the same old song:
~Get up Jack, John sit down!
Come along, come along me jolly brave boys
There’s plenty more grog in the jar
We’ll plow the briny ocean with a jolly roving tar!~
*yes. That was, um, singing. Sort of. Skald is drunk as a skunk and ten times louder than usual*
It's mah birthday! *burp* Tomorrow. Come and celebrate! Celebrate like an admiral, hahah!!
And a sailor lad, just like his dad, he loves his rum and bowl~
Now a lass ashore he do adore, a woman who’s plump and round
But when your money’s all gone it’s the same old song:
~Get up Jack, John sit down!
Come along, come along me jolly brave boys
There’s plenty more grog in the jar
We’ll plow the briny ocean with a jolly roving tar!~
*yes. That was, um, singing. Sort of. Skald is drunk as a skunk and ten times louder than usual*
It's mah birthday! *burp* Tomorrow. Come and celebrate! Celebrate like an admiral, hahah!!