Pirate Song

A pirate, a pirate! I'd like to be a pirate! A black-bearded pirate, with a pistol at my side! With a crew to take my orders And scour the ocean's borders, I'd tramp along the quarterdeck, my ship upon the tide! A pirate, a pirate! I want to be a pirate A-sailing off to Tartary, to India, and Spain! I'd show them I was master, As we scudded fast and faster, We pirates bold, a-search for gold, across the Spanish Main! A pirate, a pirate! I'd like to be a pirate, A scarlet scarf about my neck, a cutlass at my wrist! With my boots of shining leather Creaking when they rubbed together, And a foeman lank, to walk the plank, whenever I'd insist! A pirate, a pirate! I want to be a pirate! To sail the seas for treasure, and to keep it in our hold! To fear no foe nor nation— What a splendid occupation To be a doughty pirate in the daring days of old! A pirate, a pirate! But if I were a pirate, I couldn't have a pair of skates, a football, or a sled! So, when I think it over, Though I'd like to be a rover, I'd rather live in our house, and be myself, instead!

I'D LIKE TO BE A PIRATE A SCARLET SCARF ABOUT MY NECK, A CUTLASS AT MY WRIST