In honour of International Talk Like A Pirate Day, let's roger the cabin boy, Master Bates, and have a hollerin' of sea shanties!
If ye not be a pledger to ye balladeers Ye March Violets, then chart ye position and haul yer booty to one of their live shows and avail yeself of a waxen cylinder holding a recording of their tonal vocals and instrumentalities.
Then ye can join in with this buccaneer's bawdy ballad, to be bawled out in drunken carouse in yon nearest tavern. Grab yeself a buxom wench to fire off ye cannon, quaff many a tankard o' grog and join in, lest ye be hauled around Howard Keel before dancing on ye wind at ye end of a gallows pole.
Arrr!
