A Pyratical Sea

A welcome sea beckons in the red mornin' sun  Rise up buccaneers thar’s work to be done.  Hoist every sail and set a course true  Out on the trades thar’s riches fer you.  After the pillagin’ we’ll fly in the winds  To Pyrates Cove whar the partyin' begins.  Thar be wenches, rum, and a sea farin’ song  Divvyin’ up booty arrrr plan all along.  We’re partyin’ pyrates ‘til we’re put under  A great grand life for a bit o' the plunder.

A Pyratical Sea by Don “D'Pyrate” Winfield