I was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did ride With sword and pistol by my side Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five But I am still alive.
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As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountains I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting. I first produced my pistol, and then produced my rapier. Said stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver, [INDENT]musha ring dumma do damma da whack for the daddy 'ol whack for the daddy 'ol there's whiskey in the jar [/INDENT]I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny. I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny. She said and she swore, that she never would deceive me, but the devil take the women, for they never can be easy I went into my chamber, all for to take a slumber, I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder. But Jenny took my charges and she filled them up with water, Then sent for captain Farrel to be ready for the slaughter. It was early in the morning, as I rose up for travel, The guards were all around me and likewise captain Farrel. I first produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier, But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken. If anyone can aid me, it's my brother in the army, If I can find his station down in Cork or in Killarney. And if he'll come and save me, we'll go roving near Kilkenny, And I swear he'll treat me better than me darling sportling Jenny Now some men take delight in the drinking and the roving, But others take delight in the gambling and the smoking. But I take delight in the juice of the barley, And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early
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What'll we do with a drunken sailor, What'll we do with a drunken sailor, What'll we do with a drunken sailor, Earl-aye in the morning? Chorus: Way hay and up she rises Patent blocks o' diff'rent sizes, Way hay and up she rises Earl-aye in the morning 1. Sling him in the long boat till he's sober, 2. Keep him there and make 'im bale 'er. 3. Pull out the plug and wet him all over, 4. Take 'im and shake 'im, try an' wake 'im. 5. Trice him up in a runnin' bowline. 6. Give 'im a taste of the bosun's rope-end. 7. Give 'im a dose of salt and water. 8. Stick on 'is back a mustard plaster. 9. Shave his belly with a rusty razor. 10. Send him up the crow's nest till he falls down, 11. Tie him to the taffrail when she's yardarm under, 12. Put him in the scuppers with a hose-pipe on him. 13. Soak 'im in oil till he sprouts flippers. 14. Put him in the guard room till he's sober. 15. Put him in bed with the captain's daughter*). 16. Take the Baby and call it Bo'sun. 17. Turn him over and drive him windward. 18. Put him in the scuffs until the horse bites on him. 19. Heave him by the leg and with a rung console him. 20. That's what we'll do with the drunken sailor.
You missed out chop off his ballsack with a rusty spoon.
Knight of MarsBeater of Ass
3rd June 2006
Remember.. it has to be a rusty spoon. A new spoon would just not suffice.