qlcuno mi dice come faceva quella canzone che cantavano i pirati e che finiva cosi?
qlcuno mi dice come faceva quella canzone che cantavano i pirati e che finiva cosi?
Il pirata popop nella botte al sicuro se gli tranci il siluro salta come un canguro o una roba del genere.
Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil be done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
The mate was fixed by the bos’n’s pike
The bos’n’ brained with a marlin spike 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 a 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 he lay and the soggy skies
Dripped all day in up-staring eyes at
Murk sunset and at foul sur-prise
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 and ounce of lead or a
Yawning hole in a battered head
and the scuppers glut with a yawning red and
There they lay aye damn my eyes
All lookouts clapped on par - a - dise all
Souls bound just con – tra – ri - wise
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Fifteen men of ‘em good and true
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Every 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 with stuff un told As
They lay there that had took the plum
With a sightless glare and their lips struck dumb
While we shared all by the rule of thumb
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Fifteen men of 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 hausers bight
And we heaved ‘em over and out of sight with a
Yo heave ho and fare you well
And a sullen plunge in a sullen swell
Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies Fairytales of yesterday will grow but never die I can fly - my friends!
Quindici uomini, quindici uomini, quindici uomini, sulla cassa del morto… Yo-oh-oh, e una bottiglia di rum!
Long John Silver, l'isola del tesoro (stevenson)
Il re è nudo (cit).
Umm non la cantava anche il fantasma del pirata barbanera?
The more the state 'plans' the more difficult planning becomes for the individual.
Sto nella Pampa
io mi ricordo di averla sentita in una puntata di braccio di ferro quando ero piccolo...Originariamente inviato da vificunero
Umm non la cantava anche il fantasma del pirata barbanera?
gia' che ci sono posto anche
For he's a jolly good fellow, for he's a jolly good fellow
For he's a jolly good fellow, and so say all of us
And so say all of us, and so say all of us
For he's a jolly good fellow, for he's a jolly good fellow
For he's a jolly good fellow, and so say all of us
My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies Fairytales of yesterday will grow but never die I can fly - my friends!
E' Louis stevenson, l'isola del tesoro.Originariamente inviato da dj-_-b spirit
io mi ricordo di averla sentita in una puntata di braccio di ferro quando ero piccolo...
Io manco la sapevo qualla inglese, il libro lo ho letto da piccola, in italiano, e ho postato a memoria
Il re è nudo (cit).