May I Present...Anita Marie

I wish I could perform a poetry reading for you all, or present a lovely work of art or dance. But I can't create or perform any of those things. Trust me you don't want me to do these things. Instead I thought I'd share with you something I've taught my nieces.

At the ages of 4 and 6 they called me up and told me to come over right away. They decide what they were going to become.

I did go to my Sister's house right away because, trust me, when my Nieces work together on anything the results are never small and they are NEVER boring.

When I got there they told me their plans and I was touched, happy and proud.

In fact I was so excited at their 'news' I piled them in my Jeep and we went out and bought them some outfits, tools and even maps so they could be fully prepared to meet their destiny...

As Buccaneers.

So let me share with you a song that we've sung together for these past five years.

Enjoy!
anita marie




Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

Drink and the devil be done for the rest

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum



The mate was fixed by the bos’n’s pike

The bos’n’ brained with a marlin spike 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




Fifteen men of a 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 he lay and the soggy skies

Dripped all day in up-staring eyes at

Murk sunset and at foul sur-prise

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum


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



‘Twas a cutlass swipe or and ounce of lead or a

Yawning hole in a battered head

and the scuppers glut with a yawning red and

There they lay aye damn my eyes

All lookouts clapped on par - a - dise all

Souls bound just con – tra – ri - wise

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum


Fifteen men of ‘em good and true

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

Every 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 with stuff un told As

They lay there that had took the plum

With a sightless glare and their lips struck dumb

While we shared all by the rule of thumb

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum


Fifteen men of 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 hausers bight

And we heaved ‘em over and out of sight with a

Yo heave ho and fare you well

And a sullen plunge in a sullen swell

Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum