AVAST! All hands on deck! Trim the sails! Man your stations! Shiver me timbers ya lousy landlubbers! Veuillez considérer ce thread comme une tentative de résurrection de mon intervention sur la pirattitude dans l'ancien forum, ok? Une seule réponse valable: Aye, aye, sir!
Do what you want 'cause a pirate is free, you are a pirate!
Yar - har - fiddle-dee-dee, being a pirate is all right to be! Do what you want 'cause a pirate is free, you are a pirate!
You are a pirate! (Yay!)
We got us a map (a map!) to lead us to a hidden box, Thats all locked up with locks (with locks!) and buried deep away. We'll dig up the box (the box!), we know it's full of precious booty Burst open the locks, and then we'll say 'HOORAY!'
Yar - har - fiddle-dee-dee, If you love to sail the sea, you are a pirate!
WEIGH ANCHOR!
Yah - har - fiddle-dee-dee, being a pirate is all right to be! Do what you want 'cause a pirate is free, you are a pirate! Arr - yarr - ahoy and avast, dig in the dirt and you dig in it fast! Hang the black flag at the end of the mast! You are a pirate!
HA HA HA (Yay!)
We're sailing away (set sail!), adventure waits on every shore! We set sail and explore (ya-har!) and run and jump all day (Yay!) We float on our boat (our boat!) until its time to drop the anchor, Then hang up our coats (aye-aye!) until we sail again!
Yar - har - fiddle-dee-dee, If you love to sail the sea you are a pirate!
LAND HO!
Yar - har - fiddle-dee-dee, being a pirate is alright with me! Do what you want 'cause a pirate is free, you are a pirate! Yar har wind at your back lads, wherever you go! Blue sky above and blue ocean below, you are a pirate!
Haggis: We're a band of vicious pirates! Edward: A sailin´ out to sea. Bill: When you hear our gentle singing... Haggis: You'll be sure to turn and flee!
Guybrush: Oh, this is just ridiculous.
Guybrush: Come on, men! We've got to recover that map! Bill: That pirate will be done for, when he falls into our trap! Bill: We're a club of tuneful rovers! Haggis: We can sing in every clef! Edward: We can even hit the high notes! Haggis: It's just too bad we're tone deaf!
All: A pirate I was meant to be! All: Trim the sails and roam the sea!
Guybrush: Let's go defeat that evil pirate! Edward: We know he's sure to lose, ´cause we know just where to fire at!
Edward: We're thieving balladeers. Haggis: A gang of cutthroat mugs. Bill: To fight us off ye don't need guns! Edward: Just really good ear plugs!
All: A pirate I was meant to be! All: Trim the sails and roam the sea!
Guybrush: All right, crew, let's get to work! Haggis: Our vocation is a thing we love, a thing we'd never shirk.
Haggis: We'll fight you in the harbor. Bill: We'll battle you on land. Edward: But when you meet singing pirates... Guybrush: They'll be more than you can stand.
Bill: Ooooh! That was a good one! Guybrush: No, it wasn't.
Guybrush: No time for song! We've got to move! Bill: The battle will be long, but our courage we will prove!
Bill: We're a pack a´ scurvy sea dogs. Haggis: Have we pity? Not a dram! Edward: We all eat roasted garlic... Haggis: ...then sing from the diaphragm!
All: A pirate I was meant to be! All: Trim the sails and roam the sea!
Guybrush: Less singing, more sailing. Edward: When we defeat our wicked foe, his ship he will be bailing!
Bill: If ye try ta fight us... Haggis: ...you will get a nasty whackin´! Edward: If ya disrespect our singing´... Bill: ...we will feed ya to a kraken!
All: A pirate I was meant to be! All: Trim the sails and roam the sea!
Guybrush: I´m getting so sick of you guys and your rhyming. Haggis: We´re ready to set sail, through the cannons need a priming.
Edward: We're troublesome corsairs! Bill: And we've come to steal your treasures! Haggis: We would shoot you on the downbeat... Edward: ...but we have to rest five measures.
All: A pirate I was meant to be! All: Trim the sails and roam the sea!
Guybrush: Stop! Stop! Stop! Bill: The brass is what we'll polish and the deck is what we'll mop.
Guybrush: You say you're nasty pirates... Guybrush: ...scheming, thieving, bad bushwhackers? Guybrush: From what I've seen I tell you... Guybrush: ...you're not pirates! You're just slackers!
All: A pirate I was meant to be! All: Trim the sails and roam the sea!
Guybrush: We'll surely avoid scurvy if we all eat an orange. Haggis: And...! Haggis: ...um... Bill: Well... Edward: ...err... Bill: Door hinge? Edward: No, no... Bill: Guess the song's over, then. Haggis: Guess so. Edward: Okay, back to work. Guybrush: Well gee. I feel a little guilty, now.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. We pillage plunder, we rifle and loot. Drink up me 'earties, yo ho. We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot. Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. We extort and pilfer, we filch and sack. Drink up me 'earties, yo ho. Maraud and embezzle and even highjack. Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. We kindle and char and in flame and ignite. Drink up me 'earties, yo ho. We burn up the city, we're really a fright. Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
We're rascals and scoundrels, we're villians and knaves. Drink up me 'earties, yo ho. We're devils and black sheep, we're really bad eggs. Drink up me 'earties, yo ho. Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We're beggars and blighters and ne'er do-well cads, Drink up me 'earties, yo ho. Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads, Drink up me 'earties, yo ho. Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
Yo, ho, haul together, hoist the colors high. Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die.
The king and his men stole the queen from her bed and bound her in her Bones. The seas be ours and by the powers where we will we'll roam.
Yo, ho, haul together, hoist the colors high. Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die.
Some men have died and some are alive and others sail on the sea – with the keys to the cage... and the Devil to pay we lay to Fiddler's Green!
The bell has been raised from it's watery grave... Do you hear it's sepulchral tone? We are a call to all, pay head the squall and turn your sail toward home!
Yo, ho, haul together, hoist the colors high. Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die.
Celle-là est censée être celle de pirates des Caraïbes 2, mais on entend à peine Mr Gibbs en fredonner quelques mots au tout début, et plus rien. Pour l'anecdote, elle apparaît en premier dans l'Ile au Trésor de Stevenson.
1. Fifteen men on 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. The mate was fixed by the bosun's pike The bosun brained with a marlinspike 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.
2. Fifteen men of the 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 they lay, and the soggy skies Dripped down in up-staring eyes In murk sunset and foul sunrise Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
3. 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! Was a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead Or a yawing hole in a battered head And the scuppers' glut with a rotting red And there they lay, aye, damn my eyes Looking up at paradise All souls bound just contrawise Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
4. Fifteen men of 'em good and true Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum! Ev'ry 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 of stuff untold, And they lay there that took the plum With sightless glare and their lips struck dumb While we shared all by the rule of thumb, Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
5. More was seen through a sternlight screen Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Chartings undoubt where a woman had been Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum. Was a flimsy shift on a bunker cot With a dirk slit sheer through the bosom spot And the lace stiff dry in a purplish blot Oh was she wench or some shudderin' maid That dared the knife and took the blade By God! she had stuff for a plucky jade Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
6. Fifteen men on 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 hawser's bight And we heaved 'em over and out of sight, With a Yo-Heave-Ho! and a fare-you-well And a sudden plunge in the sullen swell Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell, Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Je sais, c'est pas une chanson de pirates, c'est une chanson de Hobbits...mais ce qui compte, c'est que c'est une chanson à boire!
“Hey Ho to the Bottle I Go” lyrics: Hey ho! To the bottle I go To heal my heart and drown my woe Rain may fall and wind may blow But there still be Many miles to go Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain And the stream that falls From hill to plain Better than rain or rippling brook Is a mug of beer inside this Took
Oh, you can search far and wide You can drink the whole town dry But you’ll never find a beer so brown As the one we drink in our hometown
You can keep your fancy ales You can drink ‘em by the flagon But the only brew for the brave and true Comes from the Green Dragon