Lyrics:
from the yardarm The buccaneer sang in a nasal twang There’s enough gold here to start on (Ah-ah-ah-aah) There’s enough gold to get high on Well
to the topsail yardarm Hoist him up to the topsail yardarm Hoist him up to the topsail yardarm Early in the morning Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she
on him earl-eye in the mornin' Way hay up she rises way hay up she rises Way hay up she rises earl-eye in the morn' Hoist him up to the topsail yardarm
To stoke the dying fire inside Your thick skull's cracked open And you're bleeding out hope The yardarm's inviting And you've plenty of rope When you've
on the run The sun, the sun, the sun, The sun is over the yardarm The sun, the sun, the sun The sun is over the yardarm The sun, the sun, the sun, The sun is
rises Early in the morning Hoist him up to the topsail yardarm Hoist him up to the topsail yardarm Hoist him up to the topsail yardarm Early in
answered me clear... ""I'm from the Black Arrow bound to the Shakespeare""... So I tailed her my flipper and took her in tow... And yard-arm to yard-arm
now." Give me some time to blow the man down! So I tailed her my flipper and took her in tow Way aye blow the man down And yardarm to yardarm away we did
yardarm's shrinking Can't stand up from years of falling Rafter in the shed is talking I don't know how I got so beaten down Pushed around
Guilty What can I do I do it to you But I do it to me too Cut off my head Cut off my head Cut off my head, ah Hang me from the yardarm Guilty,
Your veins are very close Someday, I'll wrap my big yardarms around your legs And sail away I'll bury my heart on some island And take you there
we're on a pint and a pound And X marks the spot where old Stormy was drowned (Chorus) Y's for yardarm, needs a good sailor man Z is for Zoe, I'm her
Your veins are very close Someday, I'll wrap my big yardarms around your legs And sail away I'll bury my heart on some island And take you there
away To a blind brigadier in a game Of high stakes canasta. But he made me a sailor On his brigadier ship fleet. I know every yardarm From main
in a boat and row him over X3 Early in the morning! Hoist him up to the topsail yardarm X3 Early in the morning! Chorus Make him clean out
Your veins are very close Some day I'll wrap my big yardarms around your legs And sail away I'll bury my heart on some island And take you there
words all sound kinda queer Ferries & tugboats Yard-arm & poop deck Shiver me timbers Pulpit & head First mate & dinghy Backstay & bumpkin Going down,
uncovering the cheer The sun's over the yardarm Let's go reaching for that first beer There's something there familiar Something like waiting for a train
bale 'er. CHORUS Trice him up in a runnin' bowline. CHORUS Tie him to the tasffrail when she's yard-arm under. CHORUS Put him in the scuppers
veins are very close Some day I'll wrap my big yardarms Around your legs and sail away I'll bury my heart on some island And take you there someday
and the fire down below's no Saturnalia And any bloody captain can strip you of your rights and leave you dancing from the yardarm let me tell you
One day this poor boy he did annoy me. Nothing to him then did I say, But I rushed him to my frozen yard-arm And I kept him there till the very next
Fire, fore and aft Man the boats and put to the sea Crashing yardarms - cries of pain A will to live - a chance to flee Panic on the boats
On an empty street in an Axis power We broke the yardarm; it's too restricting Cramped out style and cut our drinking down... And this is how it all began
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