Seeds and Weeds
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Prepare to Board!
I knew a man, he was my lodger,
He used to fly the Jolly Rodger
And all who sailed he would despoil
From Nassau Town to old Port Royal
But Port Royal vanished 'neath the sea
And Nassau fell, a victory
Of British arms.
Tortuga too, had lost its charms
As a haven for Brethren of the Coast
But ere my border gave up his ghost
He hired a ship and took to sea
With corsairs nigh as aged as he
And took a Spanish treasure barque
And what had started as a lark
Became the fortune of them all
So long ago, but I recall,
The largess of this ancient rogue
Who now, long gone, must fry in hell.
But while among us? Tipped real well.
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