Bad Luck Sailor!byUncle Pervey©
I bumped into an old sea dog,
Who'd just come off a Schooner ship.
He spun around just like a top,
On a peg leg, up to his hip!
"I beg your pardon there Mister,"
And I reached and steadied him, then.
He grinned and chuckled "Avast there,
It's not you, it's my bleedin' pin!"
I offered to buy him a drink,
We entered the nearest "Grog" shop.
He grinned and said "Rum if you please,"
So I bought us both a "Rum" pop!
As he took a pull, I asked him,
"Would you tell me about your leg?
And that black patch over your eye,
And that steel hook of yours," I begged!"
He looked at me and he chuckled,
"You know mate, that's a long story.
But if you keep the rum coming,
I'll tell you, though it be gory!"
He gave his wooden leg a slap,
"I gots this timber from a blast.
A Lubber used too much powder,
And a fuse that burned up too fast!"
"That Lubber paid for his error,
He blew his self clean to the sun.
But his body saved me, mostly,
But lost my leg when it was done!"
"Me hook is another story,
Some pirates attacked us at sea.
When our Captain swung his cutlas,
He missed the pirate, but got me!"
I kept the buttered rum coming,
I wanted to hear 'bout his eye.
He took a big swallow of rum,
And gave out a burp, and a sigh.
"Me eye is embarrassin', Mate,
They ain't no fancy story there.
I was swabbin' the deck one day,
And just workin', without a care!"
"I heard a whole lot a screachin',
Some gulls was fightin' in the sky.
When I looked up one dumped a load,
The hook forgot, I wiped me eye!!"