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Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Avast, Ye Scurvy Dogs!

"Submarines are underhand. Unfair. And damned un-English. The crews of all submarines captured should be treated as pirates and hanged.” - Admiral Sir Arthur Wilson, RN, 1901

Today is "Talk Like A Pirate Day". Since submariners have traditionally been seen as the spiritual successors to pirates among the world's navies, it's only right that we should honor our somewhat piratical past. To that end, here's a picture of HMS Conqueror (S-48) flying the Jolly Roger on her homecoming from the Falklands War and her sinking of the Argentine cruiser ARA General Belgrano (the ex-USS Phoenix):

Dave Barry has more on the importance of this day. Read it or prepare to walk the plank!

2 Comments:

Blogger Zorfwaddle said...

And with tar on our pigtails and blood on our rapiers
We'll fly the skull and crossbones and by God we'll take no prisoners!
It's hiho away boys, we'll sail from Traighli Bay boys
Hoist the Jolly Roger at the break of day!

(COurtesy of Tanglefoot :-))

George

9/19/2006 3:12 PM

 
Blogger SonarMan said...

Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

The mate was fixed by the bosun's pike
The bosun brained with a marlinspike
And cookey's throat was marked belike

It had been gripped by fingers ten;
And there they lay, all good dead men
Like break o'day in a boozing ken
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

Fifteen men of the whole ship's list
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Dead and be damned and the rest gone whist!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

The skipper lay with his nob in gore
Where the scullion's axe his cheek had shore
And the scullion he was stabbed times four

And there they lay, and the soggy skies
Dripped down in up-staring eyes
In murk sunset and foul sunrise
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.


Fifteen men of 'em stiff and stark
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Ten of the crew had the murder mark!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead
Or a yawing hole in a battered head
And the scuppers' glut with a rotting red
And there they lay, aye, damn my eyes
Looking up at paradise
All souls bound just contrawise
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.


Fifteen men of 'em good and true
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Ev'ry man jack could ha' sailed with Old Pew,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

There was chest on chest of Spanish gold
With a ton of plate in the middle hold
And the cabins riot of stuff untold,

And they lay there that took the plum
With sightless glare and their lips struck dumb
While we shared all by the rule of thumb,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

More was seen through a sternlight screen
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Chartings undoubt where a woman had been
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

'Twas a flimsy shift on a bunker cot
With a dirk slit sheer through the bosom spot
And the lace stiff dry in a purplish blot

Oh was she wench or some shudderin' maid
That dared the knife and took the blade
By God! she had stuff for a plucky jade
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

We wrapped 'em all in a mains'l tight
With twice ten turns of a hawser's bight
And we heaved 'em over and out of sight,

With a Yo-Heave-Ho! and a fare-you-well
And a sudden plunge in the sullen swell
Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

9/19/2006 9:50 PM

 

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