Lyrics!: When I was young, I sailed across the oceans as I sought to start my life anew I was bound to head out on the north sea as a whaler, I set out to be went to quench my thirst out in a tavern there I met, a British privateer will you put your mark here on my paper? no says I and finished my third beer but when I left, a bully in the alley with his mates, they struck me to the ground and to their ship they with me senseless carried and when I woke, my hands and feet were bound Mates together! through stormy weather! through gentle breeze and over raging seas! free from tether but bound forever I've been fifteen years a privateer I was taught to raid the trading Frenchmen for a share I fought for three hard years then sold by captain's closest henchmen to a band of exiled cavaliers so yet again a bully in the alley with his mates, they struck me to the ground and as ships cook, they stuck me in the galley for to feed, the sailors all around Mates together! through stormy weather! through gentle breeze and over raging seas! free from tether but bound forever I've been fifteen years a privateer here I am, I'm sailing cross the oceans and no whaler did I come to be but years have passed, I've been promoted and since I'm proud to say I'm free we may have a letter from old Charlie that says we English laws abide but don't think we're hunting ships to parley we don't care what colours they may fly so here I am, your bully in the alley will you kindly come with me a while you see our ship is stuck in need of sally and I'm lacking neither wile nor guile Mates together! through stormy weather! through gentle breeze and over raging seas! free from tether but bound forever I've been fifteen years a privateer
Coming soon from Ubisoft Port Royal: A cheesy new game where rough and ready butt pirates roofie you at The Blue Oyster Inn, your favorite spot in Key West during the late 1600s to get too many fruity drinks, take off your shirt, dance harder than that time in Ye Olde High School you and your gym teacher/cheerleading coach/men's synchronized swimming team trainer went to see Wham, Erasure, and The Pet Shop Boys and you snorted 2 Viagra... and boofed 3 Cialis, flirt with every able bodied seaman in the place, and hopefully get roofied by a rough and ready butt pirate, waking the next morning on the beach with a wet butt, sore jaw, a foul taste in your mouth, and a pocket fulla Swedish Krone that wasn't their pre-roofie. However, this time, when a terribly fruity tune about being pressed into crewing up with a sassy band of scallywags only to try and "MATE TOGETHER" {which they must know is biologically impossible... right?} to butt birth butt baby butt pirates aboard the silliest ship found gracefully gliding the 7 seas accompanied by the unmistakable clamor of a jaunty dance number which snaps you out of a particularly spicy dream about being pressed between those same rough and ready seamen from the prior night that you hoped would slip you that Rohypnol or at least spike your double banana lady served in a fishbowl with GHB, for Paul Linde's sakes. when you realize that you, the fabulous Chef Peter Cox, are aboard the swaying decks of the dread HMS Manpacker (the most feared anal invader to ever pull in and out and in and out and into a port... like, EVER!!) That's when you further realize those 2 strapping young booty buccaneers were actually a press gang! "Those bitches," you say just to hear your own lisp (which is like an off road truck tire that's run over a spiked BDSM hood and matching thong and is rapidly expelling air), "They coulda just said please! GOLL! Savages! I love them already/" And as their homoerotic musical abortion begins once more, you thsssss to yourself, "Well, Mister Sister... you, the ever fresh and fancy Peter Cox, has a lotta work ta do if you hope to blow these scurvy dogs down! That's the saying, right?" And with that, a grand and gay adventure begins... Cumming Holidays 2023, me hardons! Yarrr!
Going to have fun telling my daughter Ye Banished Privateers have a new song! She's 2, but loves pirates and especially enjoys dancing to your music
Looking forward to absolutely enjoy your show at wacken open air🏴☠️🏴☠️
I ve been listening to this for the past hour. Such a good song !
ye banished privateers please make us an full album already
Did not expect to see the Sailing Vessel Thor Heyerdahl (my home away from home) in a music video. (left side at 0:41) 😃
Still can’t believe we actually sang along during the show in Eindhoven. We all knew it and we were crowing it we were so loud haha
That's awesome
Beautiful song and video of a harse destiny.
Thank you for the great show, yesterday!🤘 You was/re awesome! ✨🎩✨
And TY for the new "Insel💧"-card! 😆
happy 15 years!
Excellent - I have been hoping for new music when I heard you were touring - thanks!
Yarr harr!
Great song!
This is going to be a worm for me
Im so ready for whatever this might bring, hopefully, a gig near me :)
Thank you for your wonderful music ❤
Saw ye at the Black Heart London gig.! OUTSTANDING..!! HUZZAH☠
Awesome 😎 🍻 from 🇺🇸
Congratulations on your anniversary and what a great song
Thanks to the youtube algorithm! I immediately fell in love with this charming tune ❤
I so look forward to see you at next MPS!!! 🎉
My best PRIVATEERS!!
Great song! Love it 😍
I really love your music :D
Awesome 🖤🍷🤘
Lyrics!:
When I was young, I sailed across the oceans
as I sought to start my life anew
I was bound to head out on the north sea
as a whaler, I set out to be
went to quench my thirst out in a tavern
there I met, a British privateer
will you put your mark here on my paper?
no says I and finished my third beer
but when I left, a bully in the alley
with his mates, they struck me to the ground
and to their ship they with me senseless carried
and when I woke, my hands and feet were bound
Mates together! through stormy weather!
through gentle breeze and over raging seas!
free from tether but bound forever
I've been fifteen years a privateer
I was taught to raid the trading Frenchmen
for a share I fought for three hard years
then sold by captain's closest henchmen
to a band of exiled cavaliers
so yet again a bully in the alley
with his mates, they struck me to the ground
and as ships cook, they stuck me in the galley
for to feed, the sailors all around
Mates together! through stormy weather!
through gentle breeze and over raging seas!
free from tether but bound forever
I've been fifteen years a privateer
here I am, I'm sailing cross the oceans
and no whaler did I come to be
but years have passed, I've been promoted
and since I'm proud to say I'm free
we may have a letter from old Charlie
that says we English laws abide
but don't think we're hunting ships to parley
we don't care what colours they may fly
so here I am, your bully in the alley
will you kindly come with me a while
you see our ship is stuck in need of sally
and I'm lacking neither wile nor guile
Mates together! through stormy weather!
through gentle breeze and over raging seas!
free from tether but bound forever
I've been fifteen years a privateer
Bringing my 8yo son to his first live music show at Eindhoven this Friday. Please behave. 😂
finally new music
Finally something new from you!
Rise on!
Przypomniało mi książki czytane w dzieciństwie.
❤️🔥
Класс, Германия рулит. (Class, Germany rules.)
Bästa bandet som kommer från Sverige numera, men Napalm påverkar har börjat låta en aning...
YESSSSS
☠😎🍻
☠️👍💀👍☠️
Imagine being kidnapped by your mates
🤦🏻♂️😂
Coming soon from Ubisoft Port Royal: A cheesy new game where rough and ready butt pirates roofie you at The Blue Oyster Inn, your favorite spot in Key West during the late 1600s to get too many fruity drinks, take off your shirt, dance harder than that time in Ye Olde High School you and your gym teacher/cheerleading coach/men's synchronized swimming team trainer went to see Wham, Erasure, and The Pet Shop Boys and you snorted 2 Viagra... and boofed 3 Cialis, flirt with every able bodied seaman in the place, and hopefully get roofied by a rough and ready butt pirate, waking the next morning on the beach with a wet butt, sore jaw, a foul taste in your mouth, and a pocket fulla Swedish Krone that wasn't their pre-roofie. However, this time, when a terribly fruity tune about being pressed into crewing up with a sassy band of scallywags only to try and "MATE TOGETHER" {which they must know is biologically impossible... right?} to butt birth butt baby butt pirates aboard the silliest ship found gracefully gliding the 7 seas accompanied by the unmistakable clamor of a jaunty dance number which snaps you out of a particularly spicy dream about being pressed between those same rough and ready seamen from the prior night that you hoped would slip you that Rohypnol or at least spike your double banana lady served in a fishbowl with GHB, for Paul Linde's sakes. when you realize that you, the fabulous Chef Peter Cox, are aboard the swaying decks of the dread HMS Manpacker (the most feared anal invader to ever pull in and out and in and out and into a port... like, EVER!!) That's when you further realize those 2 strapping young booty buccaneers were actually a press gang! "Those bitches," you say just to hear your own lisp (which is like an off road truck tire that's run over a spiked BDSM hood and matching thong and is rapidly expelling air), "They coulda just said please! GOLL! Savages! I love them already/" And as their homoerotic musical abortion begins once more, you thsssss to yourself, "Well, Mister Sister... you, the ever fresh and fancy Peter Cox, has a lotta work ta do if you hope to blow these scurvy dogs down! That's the saying, right?" And with that, a grand and gay adventure begins... Cumming Holidays 2023, me hardons! Yarrr!
You'd have to be bully in the alley not to love this song, ahoy, good ship's crew! We salute you from the decks of the F*lthy W*ore!
🥰
Hermoso
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Lol where did that come from. Not all
Awesome 🖤🍷🤘