Tim: A port guns salute to"Now my mates are all gone". Not to mention an extra scoop in the pot for "The Boys on the Arizona".
Eeryday IS Flagday,,,den On Sep 19, 7:57 pm, "Tim McCarthy" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > When I was a lad, > I had dreams by the score; > To sail the blue yonder, > To plunder the shore; > To drink rum or whiskey, > on plank for a bench > And dance with the wives > or a jig with a wench. > > Was never a captain, > was never a mate, > For a scurvy deck swabie, > was always my fate. > Thru many a gale, > Blimey how the winds blow! > I stuck to my post, > but why I don't know. > > Then the captain would shout > "Lads, tis over the side!" > and o'er we would go > for a thumpin' grand ride! > We'd fight and do plunder, > for silver and gold, > and send to the deep > those who never get old. > > For years our luck held, > or so they do say, > for none ever set eyes > on our old hideout bay. > > Now my mates are all gone > like the ships from the dock. > Time sits on my face, > like the hands on a clock. > My legs are not sturdy, > I wear cotton and silk. > No longer drink whiskey, > but now I love milk. > > Have a Jolly "Talk like a Pirate" Day! > > Tim "Redbeard" McCarthy --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Papermodels II" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected] To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/Papermodels?hl=en -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
