Letras
Upon the trail a drink I had
To venture far from home m'lad
So fill yer mug and take a chug
As I spin you my tale
Now leave the bottle pass it here
To pour myself another m'dear
My only vice it be the price
To hear what I regale
Pay me well with fifty gallons of ale
Before the dawn upon that morn
He packed his bag to the brim
He filled it high with bottles of rye
Rums and mothers ruin
He set the sack upon his back
Ready to depart
Then drained a flagon and hopped a wagon
A fine old way to start
For he was the drunkest of men
No drunker man in all the land
Could drink like him and all his kin
Many a men would try
With tankards held high
He surely would drink them all dry
Upon the trail a drink I had
To venture far from home m'lad
So fill yer mug and take a chug
As I spin you my tale
Now leave the bottle pass it here
To pour myself another m'dear
My only vice it be the price
To hear what I regale
Pay me well with fifty gallons of ale
Heave ho...
The challenge is set you cannot fail
Hey ho...
Take a glass and pour your ale
Yo ho...
We'll drink away the night
To the crack of dawn's first light
Get ready set sail
They built themselves a pirate ship
(A pirate ship?)
A pirate ship!
A mighty craft with a thousand drafts
Of rums and beers and ale
Alas we'll need a mighty vessel
A sturdy cannon of finest metal
A mast, a brig, a hull with skull
And bones upon the sail
For he was a craftsman of men
No wiser man in all the land
Could build like him and all his kin
Many a men would try
With hammers held high