bosun's verses
ye banished privateers
to sink a scooner he aspired
as bosun ordered starboard fire
but the gunners aim was far too poor
and blew his legs to galway shore
our bosun was a handsome lad
who fancy trousers always had
but now he walks like he was sick
with wooden pegs and iron prick
his face is not quite right
his face is not quite right
eadbutting with a powder keg
his eyeballs turned to shattered eggs
he likes to keep his corn pipe lit
his sockets now two gaping pits
from chewing his tobacco wrong
will turn your bowels outside-in
our bosun's full of holes
our bosun's full of holes
he fell from our main top mast
took with him our youngest ghast
he landed on a pile of nails
his screams echoed through the sails
our bosun now a hopeless drunk
pouring rum right down his trunk
but leaking like a rusty sieve
his belly's lost it's will to live
our bosun's lost his head
our bosun's lost his head
and threw our bosun in the sea
then with a shark he picked a fight
lost his hand in one big bite
but the giant fish had a taste for more
jumped the deck in flesh and gore
oh bosun grabbed it's beastly fun
came back and whipped us for our sins