Oh oi yam 

Bilge rats, here I am, I'm a man on the scene
I can find your murderer but you got to be honest with me 
Until then I've got some good old shanties and I got some more in store
When I get through arrrrrring at you, you got to come back for more

Pirates and grog barrels that come by the dozen     
That ain't nothin' but  high seas lovin'
Hey little thing, let me light your deck candle 'cause MMers I'm sure hard to handle now, yes sir, I am

Action speaks louder than words and I'm a man of little great experience
Finding out what happened to Captain Inky makes sense
Take my hand, don't be afraid, I'm gonna prove which one of ye it be
I'm advertising my services for free, so you can place your faith with me

Pirates and grog barrels  that come by the dozen
That ain't nothin' but  high seas lovin'
Hey little thing, let me light your deck candle 'cause MMers I'm sure hard to handle now, yes sir, I am
Yeah
Hard to handle now
Oh yeah you scurvy dogs arrrrr         

Then again, I'm singing along to all the tunes 

I am and you know how well I can hold a toooooooooooooooooooooon ! 

Errrr yeah    

*I still not be collecting money that be due to me, I still will have to owe ye*

here goes.....

Old cap'n he be well and truly gone

Down to the locker, where the sun ne're shone

He was a naff Cap'n it must be said

He be found murdered, instead of asleep in his bed

(chorus American version)

We broke out the barrel, we swilled down the rum

I drank a few tankards too many and fell on me bum

Yes, we broke out the barrel, we swilled the rum

Arr, I drank a few tankards too many and fell on me bum

There be a murderer among us, ready to strike

If they be after one of us, they can go take an hike

I'm sure Cap'n Black will be looking up with glee

If it be one of his motely crew, you or me

( chorus English version)

We broke out the barrel, to celebrate this farce

I had ten tankards too many and fell on me ar$e

Yes, we broke out the barrel, to celebrate this farce

Arr, I had ten tankards too many and fell on me ar$e

We need to find out quickly. who the culprit be

Then we can sail this bucket, right back out to sea

We'll be two men short next trip, the Cap'n be in his coffin

The killer will be swinging, they be getting nothing

(chorus Aussie version)

Celebrated with a barbie, some right bush tucker

Had too many tinnies, I am such a silly..........

second thoughts, better stick with the American or English chorus

arrrrr

ROFL!!!!!!! 

What she said ^^^^

Hilarious. Love the different choruses.

Well done! 

I be thanking ye wenches

Brilliant 

Think Sir Lancelot 's brain hurts, he's trying hard to stop the shortage of mushy peas Pengy 

nite, nite 

 NO! Say it ain't so!!!

Nite, Dame!

A work of genius!!

 Absolutely brilliant song Dame!  

Top Twenty next week for sure!  

It was Sir Lancelot Hoochie, I just hum the tune and he did the lyrics  

Arrrr I be short of money so I be trying this competition again arrrrrr

Tis a long ditty but I hopes ye scurvy dogs appreciate the effort

Oh, knife the man down, bullies, knife the man down
Way aye knife the man down
Oh, knife the man down, bullies, knife him away
One of you took time to knife the man down!

There’s smelly ole Barnie Caul, he’s a real state
Way aye knife the man down
He cracks the whip hard as the acting first mate
He must have had time to knife the man down!

Oh, knife the man down, bullies, knife the man down
Way aye knife the man down
Oh, knife the man down, bullies, knife him away
One of you took time to knife the man down!

Eave Hoe worked in breeches and ye’d never know
Way aye knife the man down
Tis bad luck to have a wench aboard, ye reap what ye sow
I think she had time to knife the man down!

Oh, knife the man down, bullies, knife the man down
Way aye knife the man down
Oh, knife the man down, bullies, knife him away
One of you took time to knife the man down!

Yu Lie’s an enigma from the mysterious far east
Way aye knife the man down
Mixing her potions, I trust her the least
Bang on, she had time to knife the man down!

Oh, knife the man down, bullies, knife the man down
Way aye knife the man down
Oh, knife the man down, bullies, knife him away
One of you took time to knife the man down!

 That Carrey Oakey she jumps ship as she sings
Way aye knife the man down
Ex-quarter master, she hides lots of things
This new ship mate had time to knife the man down!

Oh, knife the man down, bullies, knife the man down
Way aye knife the man down
Oh, knife the man down, bullies, knife him away
One of you took time to knife the man down!

Rusty Flintlock’s eager for a life on the high sea
Way aye knife the man down
a rise to the top, bumping off the capt’n with glee?
Bided his time to knife the man down!

Oh, knife the man down, bullies, knife the man down
Way aye knife the man down
Oh, knife the man down, bullies, knife him away
One of you took time to knife the man down!

 Sir Lancelot BJ is a member of the aristocracy
Way aye knife the man down
but what makes a noble man want a life of piracy?
Elegantly timed to knife the man down!

Oh, knife the man down, bullies, knife the man down
Way aye knife the man down
Oh, knife the man down, bullies, knife him away
One of you took time to knife the man down!

Young Sophie Silverbrass a respected member of society

Way aye knife the man down
with secrets in her diary, there’s more to her you’ll see
I’m betting she had time to knife the man down!

Oh, knife the man down, bullies, knife the man down
Way aye knife the man down
Oh, knife the man down, bullies, knife him away
One of you took time to knife the man down!

Beware of that Gayle Force, the ships saw bones

Way aye knife the man down
if any patient survives, they’re full of moans and groans
whittling away time to knife the man down

Oh, knife the man down, bullies, knife the man down
Way aye knife the man down
Oh, knife the man down, bullies, knife him away
One of you took time to knife the man down!

The gorgeous Miss Brator ye cannot accuse

Way aye knife the man down

But this fragrant lady, her morals she’ll lose

She’d never have time to knife the man down

Oh, knife the man down, bullies, knife the man down
Way aye knife the man down
Oh, knife the man down, bullies, knife him away
One of you took time to knife the man down!


So I give you fair warning before we belay,
Way aye knife the man down
Don't ever take heed of what any of them pirates say.
They all have time to knife the man down!

Well done 

Excellent Mr Peace, I'm not sure Sir Lancelot will appreciate abbreviating his last name to BJ  

Perhaps I should have used Viagra-Jonesing 

he won't be needing that, he's bunking with Vi and she can be forceful 

that woman is such a floozy - perhaps I should re-write that shanty 

*clears throat and prepares to accompany self on the...on the triangle*

Me ship be the Blackbird, tho well-worn she be
And we scurvy pirates, the scum of the sea
Cap'n black were a sea dog of the lowest degree
Poked in the gizzard and dead as can be
Naught to eat but mushy peas, me jollies
Naught but mushy peas

Our cap'n was knifed, as clean as can be,
'Opeless as a penguin, caught up in a tree
Thar be plenty o' suspects, enough to go 'round
But which of them was it put Cap'n in the ground?
Naught to eat but peas, me jollies
Naught but mushy peas

It may've been Barnie, a dog of the sea,
Wants nothin' more than to be in the lead.
Could 've been Yu Lie, we all can agree
We ain't understood her, what she writes we can't read.
Naught to eat but peas, me jollies
Naught but mushy peas

Eave Hoe seems confounded but has plenty to hide,
Coulda been HER stuck a knife in his side!
And Carry Oakley's an odd 'un all refined and such,
Mayhap his death had that wench Carry's touch?
Naught to eat but peas, me jollies
Naught but mushy peas

Seems Sophie Silverbrass is polished as can be,
She'd not soil her hands by killin' at sea?
Sir Lancelot's a sham, pretends to be high,
But we know he's a servant, his act's a big lie.
Naught to eat but peas, me jollies
Naught but mushy peas

Rusty's a landlubber still stowed away here,
His squeeze box he uses to try and endear,
Warren Peace be a "writer" or that's what he said
There ain't been much writin', unless I misread.
Naught to eat but peas, me jollies
Naught but mushy peas

Me hearties, we're no closer to learnin' the truth
E'en though we have Vi Brator who thinks she's a sleuth
We're none of us safe if the villian be free,
And it's lookin' most likely we won't go to sea.
Naught to eat but peas, me jollies
Naught but mushy peas

*disclaimer: the quality of the shanty is in direct proportion to the quality (and amount) of grog.

 Great stuff!!!  You've got everyone down to a T Gayle!

Must be top quality grog they serve on the Blackbird! 

Brilliant Gayle   *checks postal for mushy peas*  

Brilliant!!!!! Some good ones here....a truly talented bunch!!

I particularly appreciated the triangle. Not everyone can play the triangle, you know. 

Excellent stuff Lori    you even slipped a reference to penguins in there 

Ok, we have a crew member hiding below decks, he be Willie Cook and what's it take to drag him out....Prom maybe  

Ok, we have a crew member hiding below decks, he be Willie Cook and what's it take to drag him out....Prom maybe

  PROM!!   Prom you say!  He's the man that could be up to the challenge of dragging Willy Cook out of hiding and into the game!!

 Prom. Prom - he's our man - if he can't do it no one can! 

Originally Posted by Dame_Ann_Average:

Ok, we have a crew member hiding below decks, he be Willie Cook and what's it take to drag him out....Prom maybe

  PROM!!   Prom you say!  He's the man that could be up to the challenge of dragging Willy Cook out of hiding and into the game!!

 

 Prom. Prom - he's our man - if he can't do it no one can! 

he'd be the one that could catch this scurvy murderer Hoochie  

Yo! Editor of this here rag!

Waren't this a contest of the bestest sea shanty?

Yet methinks there's been no winner announced.

*awaits mushy peas via post*

we ain't finished yet ye flea ridden scurvy dog....if ye win it I will post those bloody peas 

*Raises self to full height of 4'8"*

I be havin' ye know that I be declared "flea-free" jes' t'other day!

 *feels bad for picking on yer now, well for two seconds anyway*

Picks on Gayle some more  

 Bit like the X Factor, there is always one that whinges...

Oi!

Get back, wench! Don't know if ye've heard of me skill set, but if'n ye ain't careful, I'll be practicin' some "elective surgery" on ye!

*refrains from whinging any more, in case it hurts any chance of winning*

me thinks we need a judge that be impartial..... puts thinking cap on