Pirate Song
A pirate, a pirate!
I'd like to be a pirate!
A black-bearded pirate, with a pistol at my side!
With a crew to take my orders
And scour the ocean's borders,
I'd tramp along the quarterdeck, my ship upon the tide!
A pirate, a pirate!
I want to be a pirate
A-sailing off to Tartary, to India, and Spain!
I'd show them I was master,
As we scudded fast and faster,
We pirates bold, a-search for gold, across the Spanish Main!
A pirate, a pirate!
I'd like to be a pirate,
A scarlet scarf about my neck, a cutlass at my wrist!
With my boots of shining leather
Creaking when they rubbed together,
And a foeman lank, to walk the plank, whenever I'd insist!
A pirate, a pirate!
I want to be a pirate!
To sail the seas for treasure, and to keep it in our hold!
To fear no foe nor nation—
What a splendid occupation
To be a doughty pirate in the daring days of old!
A pirate, a pirate!
But if I were a pirate,
I couldn't have a pair of skates, a football, or a sled!
So, when I think it over,
Though I'd like to be a rover,
I'd rather live in our house, and be myself, instead!
I'D LIKE TO BE A PIRATE A SCARLET SCARF ABOUT MY NECK, A CUTLASS AT MY WRIST
Our Playhouse is so Near to Fairyland—
Our playhouse is so near to Fairyland
I think the fairies come and peep, to see
How children play.
So sometimes when there's something in the grass
That sounds like fairies' footsteps very faint
Not far away,
We sit quite still, all on the playhouse wall;
But though we wait and wait for them to speak
They never do.
Our playhouse is so near to Fairyland
They'll come some day, and start to play with us,
I think, don't you?