A Pirate's Life

I am Salty Sam the Sailor
I’ve sailed the seven seas
Searching for buried treasure
My greed needs be appeased.

Aaargh!

Land lubbers say I’m a pirate,
Now, that just isn’t true.
Explorer sounds much nicer;
At least, I think, don’t you?

I’ve a parrot on my shoulder;
A patch upon one eye;
A cutlass rests here on one hip;
A cross’d skull flag I fly.

I’ve sought silver laden fortunes,
Buried neath swirling surf,
With briny swill still frothing.
I’ve dug up tons of earth.

I desire to find great jewels
To make me filthy rich;
But so far I’m a’curs-ed
By Neptune’s old Sea Witch.

Doubloons would be quite delightful.
And gold would be real nice.
So far all that my digging’s
Found has been beggar lice.

I must just keep on a’sailing
From Spain to Singapore;
From St. Bart’s to the South Pole,
And then I’ll sail some more.

One day that elusive treasure
Will be found in a cay,
Or sitting there under a dune,
I’ll take it all away!

Aargh!

For I’m Salty Sam the Sailor.
The sailor’s life’s for me.
Searching for buried treasure,
A seafarer I’ll be.


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