Arr, I could tell ye a saga. A yarn of an ill fated mariner. Who sailed from a harbor twixt Cancer and Capricorn. Embarked on a vessel, quite minute.
An Irish first mate, with arms like timbers. The Cap'n knew not the meaning of fear. Pilgrims five, were also aboard To reconnoiter for a half day.
Storm clouds appeared on the horizon, Their barquette floundered in the waves. Only the fortitude of the officers Saved the tiny tub from the briny deep.
Their vessel's hull was ripped open by a reef, By God's mercy, All souls made it ashore. Some comely wenches, men, both rich and poor. An idiot and a scholar, as well as the captain. Here on Gilligan's Isle.
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Yeah, but good pirates are lame.
Arr, I could tell ye a saga.
A yarn of an ill fated mariner.
Who sailed from a harbor
twixt Cancer and Capricorn.
Embarked on a vessel, quite minute.
An Irish first mate, with arms like timbers.
The Cap'n knew not the meaning of fear.
Pilgrims five, were also aboard
To reconnoiter for a half day.
Storm clouds appeared on the horizon,
Their barquette floundered in the waves.
Only the fortitude of the officers
Saved the tiny tub from the briny deep.
Their vessel's hull was ripped open by a reef,
By God's mercy, All souls made it ashore.
Some comely wenches, men, both rich and poor.
An idiot and a scholar, as well as the captain.
Here on Gilligan's Isle.
Be these British , French or Spanish Pirates???
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