Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
[Intro]
C G C G C G C G C
[Verse]
C G
I glimpsed her off the starboard bow,
F C G
A siren bold and brash
Am C
I shot a load across her deck,
F C G
She struck a coloured sash.
C G
I called upon the crewmen,
F C G
"A'vast boys we're in luck"
Am C
A galley full of lady pirates
F
Just a-waiting to be...
[Chorus]
C G F C
Sorry if I stabbed you with my cutlass,
F G C
I meant to peg you 'tween the legs.
Am Em Am C
Let me express contrition at the state of my nutrition,
G F C C
I'm just a scurvy riddled pirate... on an apologetic bent.
[Verse]
C G
Come hither yon pirate bride
F C G
I'm not all that you feared
Am C
Lay your petticoat aside
F C G
Let me rest upon yore beard
C G
I'm an old an weary traveller
F C G
Layin' course by way of stars
Am C
Without my trusty sextant
F
I slipped right up her...
[Chorus]
C G F C
Sorry if I'm three sheets to the wind, lass
F G C
I couldn't raise the mainsail up full mast
Am Em Am C
Let me express contrition at the state of my nutrition,
G F C C
I'm just a scurvy riddled pirate... on an apologetic bent.
C G C G C G C G C
[Verse]
C G
I glimpsed her off the starboard bow,
F C G
A siren bold and brash
Am C
I shot a load across her deck,
F C G
She struck a coloured sash.
C G
I called upon the crewmen,
F C G
"A'vast boys we're in luck"
Am C
A galley full of lady pirates
F
Just a-waiting to be...
[Chorus]
C G F C
Sorry if I stabbed you with my cutlass,
F G C
I meant to peg you 'tween the legs.
Am Em Am C
Let me express contrition at the state of my nutrition,
G F C C
I'm just a scurvy riddled pirate... on an apologetic bent.
[Verse]
C G
Come hither yon pirate bride
F C G
I'm not all that you feared
Am C
Lay your petticoat aside
F C G
Let me rest upon yore beard
C G
I'm an old an weary traveller
F C G
Layin' course by way of stars
Am C
Without my trusty sextant
F
I slipped right up her...
[Chorus]
C G F C
Sorry if I'm three sheets to the wind, lass
F G C
I couldn't raise the mainsail up full mast
Am Em Am C
Let me express contrition at the state of my nutrition,
G F C C
I'm just a scurvy riddled pirate... on an apologetic bent.
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