Rum & Roses

Oh the sails were high and the skies were blue,

Me compass spun like a drunkard’s shoe,

We dropped our anchor off Naples shore,

Where the jugs are big and they pour some more!

Rum and roses, hips that sway,

Gold in me chest and not just today!

From the docks of Spain to the coast of France,

Them European girls make a sailor dance!

(With jugs so fine they’d sink a brigantine!)

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In Portugal I met sweet Marie,

She kissed like thunder, wild and free,

She poured me rum from a jug so round,

I nearly forgot I was glory-bound!

🍺 Rum and roses, eyes so bright,

They steal your gold and kiss goodnight.

From the shores of Rome to the Dutchland bars,

Their curves hit harder than cannon stars!

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Oh we raid and plunder, fight and flee,

But I’d trade me doubloons for some company.

A lass with charm and a chest that spills—

Like barrels of grog down Caribbean hills!

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In old Marseille I danced till dawn,

With a jug in hand and my armor gone.

She said, “Captain, stay and share my bed,”

But I chased the tide with rum instead!

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Rum and roses, wild and wide,

Sailor’s hearts get lost in the tide.

Forget the treasure, forget the maps—

I’ll take two jugs and a girl who slaps!

(And a bottle o’ rum for the midnight naps!)