This album is on Spotify, you guys!

Irish folk music and pirates? Yes, please! (Check Out Track #10: “All For me Grog”)

Via Flickr:
Irish Pirate Ballads and Other Songs of the Sea [sound recording]. Washington, D.C.: Smithsonian Folkways, 2009.

Yeah, the first and last verse pretty much say it all here

I won’t forget when Peter Pan came to my house, took my hand
I said I was a boy; I’m glad he didn’t check.
I learned to fly, I learned to fight.
I lived a whole life in one night.
We saved each other’s lives out on the pirate’s deck.

And I remember that night
When I’m leaving a late night with some friends
And I hear somebody tell me it’s not safe,
someone should help me
I need to find a nice man to walk me home.

When I was a boy, I scared the pants off of my mom,
Climbed what I could climb upon
And I don’t know how I survived,
I guess I knew the tricks that all boys knew.

And you can walk me home, but I was a boy, too.

I was a kid that you would like, just a small boy on her bike
Riding topless, yeah, I never cared who saw.
My neighbor come outside to say, “Get your shirt,”
I said “No way, it’s the last time I’m not breaking any law.”

And now I’m in this clothing store, and the signs say less is more.
More that’s tight means more to see, more for them, not more for me.
That can’t help me climb a tree in ten seconds flat.

When I was a boy, See that picture? That was me,
Grass-stained shirt and dusty knees.
And I know things have gotta change,
They got pills to sell, they’ve got implants to put in,
they’ve got implants to remove.

But I am not forgetting…that I was a boy too.

And like the woods where I would creep, it’s a secret I can keep
Except when I’m tired, ‘cept when I’m being caught off guard
And I’ve had a lonesome awful day, the conversation finds its way
To catching fire-flies out in the backyard.

And so I tell the man I’m with about the other life I lived
And I say, “Now you’re top gun, I have lost and you have won”
And he says, “Oh no, no, can’t you see

When I was a girl, my mom and I we always talked
And I picked flowers everywhere that I walked.
And I could always cry, now even when I’m alone I seldom do
And I have lost some kindness
But I was a girl too.
And you were just like me, and I was just like you.”


Yaarrr, it be here at last! International Talk Like A Pirate Day be sailin’ in on the mornin’ tide, and like a good Pirate Princess, I’m swillin’ a jigger o’ rum to celebrate! And I’m dustin’ off the rip-roarinest pirate chanty o’ all time, “The Last Saskatchewan Pirate,” by those Canadian buccaneers, The Arrogant Worms. No landlubber boards me vessel without knowin’ it.

I’ve also plundered this sing-a-long o’ that pirate chestnut “Drunken Sailor” courtesy o’ me mateys at Talk Like A Pirate Official Headquarters. (Don’t ye be worryin’, it’ll be gettin’ catchier as it rolls on!)