The Jig

(Verse 1)
Pass the noggin, tip the coster, let the scuttlebutt fly round,
For we’ve found a cask of Malmsey that was buried in the ground!
The purser’s in the bilge-pump and the cook has lost his wig,
While the monkey’s at the mainmast dancing out a drunken jig!
(Chorus)
So it’s bottoms up, you barnacles, and swallow down the brine,
We’re soaking every timber in a gallon of the wine!
With a hiccup in the rigging and a stumble on the deck,
We’ll drink until the figurehead is breathing down our neck!
(Verse 2)
The bosun’s swapping stories with a walrus in the waist,
The gunpowder is salty but it’s got a lovely taste!
We’ve spliced the mainbrace twenty times and maybe twenty more,
Until the bloody compass says the ceiling is the shore!
(Chorus)
So it’s bottoms up, you barnacles, and swallow down the brine,
We’re soaking every timber in a gallon of the wine!
With a hiccup in the rigging and a stumble on the deck,
We’ll drink until the figurehead is breathing down our neck!
(Verse 3)
The cat-o’-nine-tails tangled up and started chasing mice,
The quartermaster’s gambling with a pair of frozen dice!
So pour another flagon for the lad who’s fallen down,
We’re the only ship in history to cider-press the town!
(Chorus)
So it’s bottoms up, you barnacles, and swallow down the brine,
We’re soaking every timber in a gallon of the wine!
With a hiccup in the rigging and a stumble on the deck,
We’ll drink until the figurehead is breathing down our neck!

gravelly pirate shanty, heavy pirate slang, rhythmic rowing beat. Boisterous and chaotic. Accordion, hurdy gurdy