A-F
G-O
P-Z
Christmas
A Pirate Lullaby
All For Me Grog
Ar Fa La La Low
Auckland to the Bluff
Away, Rio!
Ballad of Captain Kidd, The
Ballad of Sam and Marie, The
Ballad of the Dread Pirate Neko, The
Banana Boat Pirates
Barrett's Privateers
Beer
Beggarman
Biddy McGrath
Bilge Pumps Birthday Song
Black & Tans
Black Ball Line, The
Blow the Man Down
Blow Ye Winds
Bonnie Ship the Diamond
Botany Bay
Cape Cod Girls
Captain's Daughter, The
Coast of High Barbary, The
Congo River
Danny Boy
Dark Lady, The
Day of the Clipper
Derelict, The
Donkey Riding
Drunken Sailor
Eliza Lee
Excursion Around the Bay
Farewell to Nova Scotia
Farmer, The
Final Trawl, The
Fire Maringo
Flying Cloud, The
General Taylor
Ghosts of Heroes
Grey Funnel Line
Gun Shanty, The
Haul Away Joe
Haul, Boys, Haul
Here's to the Morning Glory
Holy Ground
House of the Rising Sun, The
Isle of Tortuga, The
Isn't it Grand?
Itches In Me Britches
Johnny Jump Up
Larry Marr
Leave Her Johnny
Leaving of Liverpool
Linstead Market
Lowlands Low
Lowlands Low Round
Lucky Pierre
March of Cambreadth
Mary Ellen Carter, The
Mermaid, The
Mingalay Boat Song, The
Mrs. McGrath
Nancy Whiskey
Night Pat Murphy Died, The
Old Dun Cow
One More on a Dead Man's Chest
Osprey, The
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Harvey the Corpsman (Walter Rollins & Steve Nelson, alt lyrics by Christopher Dallion & David Ruffin)
Harvey the Corpsman as a pirate he is droll
With his corny jokes and his shiny robes
For a buck he´ll sell his soul
Harvey the Corpsman is a little strange they say
He is really old and the Bilge Pumps know
That his mind will go one day
There must have been some magic in those Kwanzaa pants he found
For when he pulled them to his waist, he began to dance around
Oh, Harvey the Corpsman on display for all to see
Other pirates say old Harv is gay
But they could just mean happy
Rumpty rump rump
Rumpty rump rump
How his pants hang low
Rumpty rump rump
Rumpty rump rump
He has no butt to show
Harvey the Corpsman was as ancient as the dirt
With his creaky bones and his saggy stones
And his bowels that always squirt
Oh, Harvey the Corpsman, well he always has a joke
And they´re really lame oh it´s such a shame
He´s the guy we´d like to choke
It´s strange to see him dance and sing and wave his sash about
But when he tries to remember words, he´s just a drunken lout
Oh, Harvey the Corpsman, will he ever go away?
No he just won´t die and I´ll tell you why
He was petrified that way
Humpty hump hump
Humpty hump hump
See his face turn red
Humpty hump hump
Humpty hump hump
He´s the living dead
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