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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. 38 lines
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