Four sheets to the wind, the pirates squint through bleary eyes
The Flying Ampersand unfurls it's sails towards the skies.
"We'll come after you o scur'y dogs!"; Slur the words of Cap'n Blue
But you laugh and raise the pirate's flag; this is certainly your due!
With skull and crossbones flying you sail into the night
And wonder how you managed, to put these men to fright.
But then you rightly reason, they caused their own demise
Rumfilled drunken pirates, pass out and don't arise!
As night gives birth to day, you think of Cap'n Blue
You think too of the treasure and the drunken pirate crew.
Like Big Ben down in London your mind it ticketh over
And turn the pirate ship around and head back, away from Dover.
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