SO I MARRIED A PIRATE AND A PARROT

SO I MARRIED A PIRATE

                                                                AND A PARROT

                                I MARRIED ME A PIRATE

                                A BIG AND BRISTLY MAN

                                HE SAILS THE SEVEN SEAS ALL YEAR

                                AND COMES HOME WHEN HE CAN.

                                HE LIKES THE SALTY SEAS, YOU SEE

                                HE LIKES THE OCEAN'S ROAR

                                BUT ME, I LIKE IT FINE, SO FINE

                                WHEN HE WALKS OUT THE DOOR.

                                OUR OLDEST CHILD IS TWENTY-SEVEN

                                THE YOUNGEST BABE IS TWO

                                AND ALL OF THEM HAVE DARK BROWN EYES

                                AND THE PIRATE'S EYES ARE BLUE.

                                I'VE ONLY SEEN HIM SEVEN TIMES

                                IN THE DECADES I'VE BEEN HIS WIFE

                                HE'S ALWAYS OFF ON PILLAGES 

                                (HE LEADS A STRESSFUL LIFE.)

                                THE WORK IS HARD, THE PAY IS LOW

                                AND AT LAST WHEN HE SAILS IN

                               HE DOES NOT ASK WHAT I'VE BEEN UP TO

                                AND I DON'T ASK WHERE HE'S BEEN.

                                THE MAN, HE ONLY HAS ONE EYE

                                AND FOR A HAND, A HOOK

                                HE LOST A LEG AND FOUND A PARROT

                                THAT HELPS HIM LIMP AND LOOK.

                                THE PARROT GOES TO BED WITH HIM

                                AND ON HIS SHOULDER SITS

                                AND IF I ASK HIM TO REMOVE THE BIRD

                                HE THROWS SOME AWFUL FITS.

                                BUT HE BRINGS ME LITTLE TRINKETS

                                FROM ALL HIS ROBBERIES

                                ONE TIME HE BROUGHT ME SOLID GOLD

                                ONE TIME HE BROUGHT ME FLEAS.

                                HE'S NOT SO MUCH TO LOOK AT

                                HE'S STAINED LIKE CHIMNEY SOOT

                                BUT FOR THE FRONT DOOR, I HAD A MAT MADE

                                THAT SAYS, PLEASE WIPE YOUR FOOT.

                                HE SEEMED TO BE REAL PLEASED WITH THAT

                                AND BEAMED BRIGHTLY LIKE A STAR 

                                BUT I WAS GLAD TO SEE HIM GO

                                AND I HOPE THAT HE'LL GO FAR.

                                MY CHILDREN ALL ARE HAPPY TO MEET HIM

                                WHEN THE PIRATE SAILS TO SHORE

                                HE NEVER NOTICES WHEN HE COMES HOME

                                THAT THERE ARE SEVEN MORE.

                                HE SAYS HE'S GOING TO SOON RETIRE

                                CAUSE HIS CREW GIVES HIM THE BLUES

                                HE SAYS HIS DREAM IS TO SAVE ENOUGH

                                TO TAKE ME ON A CRUISE.

                                BUT I'LL STAY ON THE SAND, THANK YOU

                                THOUGH HE TELLS ME I AM NUTS

                                AND I WAVE GOODBYE TO HIM AND HIS PARROT

                                (LORD, I HATE THAT PARROT'S GUTS.)

                                BRING ME SOMETHING PRETTY, I YELL

                                JUST LIKE I ALWAYS DO

                                SOME GOLD OR SILVER OR MAYBE SOME PEARLS

                               AND I'LL MAKE A NEW CHILD FOR YOU.

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