A Pirate Drinking Song Yo-Ho-Ho and a bottle of rum Pirates sing to the pipe and drum North wind blows with a Gale's horn Snapping the canvas with a deafening morn Battles are fought, plunder is sought To ports abound, it is Rum that is bought We ride the waves seeking adventure and plunder It is Neptune’s wrath we curse, by thunder The sea, she bares a woman’s desire To set each sailors heart a fire Battles are fought, plunder is sought To ports abound, it is Rum that is bought Cannon and cutlass, powder and gun We cut down are foes, one by one To Davy Jones locker our souls will sleep A funeral of apathy in the briny deep Battles are fought, plunder is sought To ports abound, it is Rum that is bought With a hardy crew and an open sea It’s a pirating life I want for me Till then we will sing of the scallywag scum Yo-Ho-Ho, Another bottle of Rum