Pirate Parade with EE, September 2005

 

photos courtesy of Sarah and Chicago Indy Media

Arrrrrrr!

 

 Yo Ho Ho and a Bottle of Rum
written by Robert Lewis Stevenson 1881 
more lyrics added by Young Ewing Allison 1891

Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest 
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil be done for the rest 
Yo hoe hoe and a bottle of rum

The mate was fixed by the bos’n’s pike
The bos’n’ brained with a markin spike and
Cookey’s throat was marked belike It
Had been gripped by fingers ten and 
There they lay all good dead men like

Break o’ day in a boozing ken...
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Fifteen men of a whole ship’s list 
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Dead and be damned and the rest gone whist! 
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

The skipper lay with his nob in gore where the 
Scullion’s axe his cheek had shore
And the scullion he was stabbed times four and 
There he lay and the soggy skies
Dripped all day in up-staring eyes at
Murk sunset and at foul sur-prise 

Yo hoe hoe and a bottle of rum
Fifteen men of ‘em stiff and stark 
Yo hoe hoe crew had the murder mark 
Yo hoe hoe and a bottle of rum

‘Twas a cutlass swipe or and ounce of lead or a 
Yawning hole in a battered head
and the scuppers glut with a yawning red and 
There they lay aye damn my eyes
All lookouts clapped on par - a - dise all
Souls bound just con tra ri - wise 
Yo hoe hoe and a bottle of rum

Fifteen men of ‘em good and true 
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Every man Jack could ha’ sailed with old Pew 
Yo hoe hoe and a bottle of rum

There was chest on chest of Spanish gold with a 
Ton of plate in the middle hold
And the cabins riot with stuff un told As 
They lay there that had took the plum
With a sightless glare and their lips struck dumb
While we shared all by the rule of thumb 
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

Fifteen men of a dead man’s chest 
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil had done for the rest 
Yo hoe hoe and a bottle of rum

We wrapped ‘em all in a mains’l tight with 
Twice ten turns of a hausers bight
And we heaved ‘em over and out of sight with a 
Yo heave ho and fare you well
And a sullen plunge in a sullen swell
Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell 
Yo hoe hoe and a bottle of rum
Out of the rolling ocean, the crowd, came a drop gently to me,
Whispering, I love you, before long I die, I have travel'd a long way, merely to look on you, to touch you,
For I could not die till I once look'd on you,
For I fear'd I might afterward lose you.
Now we have met, we have look'd, we are safe;
Return in peace to the ocean, my love;
I too am part of that ocean, my love--we are not so much separated;
Behold the great rondure--the cohesion of all, how perfect!
But as for me, for you, the irresistible sea is to separate us,
As for an hour, carrying us diverse-- yet cannot carry us diverse forever;
Be not impatient--a little space--Know you, I salute the air, the ocean and the land,
Every day, at sundown, for your dear sake, my love.
by Walt Witman

 


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