The Sods

Buckets MacCumhail dropped out of school And left home to travel the seas-o Ten years to the date off the shores of Kuwait He lost both his eyes to disease-o Old Nick McGee burnt his hand in the Keys But still played a mean concertiner So with Buckets on flute and a fiddler named Boot They started a band of mariners Back home at the Crossroads they sang songs of ghost boats And the sirens who sing still at sea But with three final knots, all three men were lost Though their spirits still haunt the MaumeeHauling away! We should be hauling away! We'll drink, and pillage, and plunder the land For we are the Maumee River Pirate band! BUY THIS SHIRT!!! ONLY $8.00 !!!! BUY THIS SHIRT!!! ONLY $8.00 !!!! Personally, I blame Bjart.