The Storm of Parrot's Beak
On the bay o’ a creek near Parrot’s Beak
A stranded pirate’s ship
Below the moon strides a lonesome tune
Upon a rugged pirates lip
By the darkened coast, foreign to most
That one abandoned place
From the rotten bridge to the sandy ridge
Lies Ingrid May in haze
There were pointy rocks outside the docks
Beware, carriage o’ the blue
Many years have passed by since the night in July
When a dreadful storm blew through
There was a captain then as large as seven men
Captain Ripper was his name
Impossible to be because his gamble was the sea
And risk was his game
In the dock o’ Torquay laid HMS Ingrid May
A dream in sculptured wood
From the hands o’ the king came this glorious thing
This pride o’ womanhood
A saint o’ brass on the breast of the lass
Shone brighter than the stars
But she o’ Torquay port was stormed by the sort
Twisted, rough and full of scars
Yes, young James Thick got a kick
Out o’ slaying fellow kids
Witty Weller and the Yeller
Were always in on the bids
Miss Ally Van Reese, a spicy piece
More ravishingly brutal than not
Then there was Ripper, a grown-up nipper
And captain o’ them all
Captain Ripper and his crew was to woo
To the ship, the virgin rose
Ten stabs and slashes made fatal gashes
In the gut o’ Rippers foes
The majesty’s kin fell like a fish’s fin
As the struggle for air is through
The fish that got the bate set the fate
For Captain Ripper and his crew
At the dawn the sail took wind with a wail
And the ship made out to sea
The captain at the wheel on a steady keel
That was the place to be
Ingrid May sailed Torbay and it took all day
To shake the kings troupes
For they followed her grace in a tiresome race
Cursing the pirates coup
By the longed-for dusk, lookout Yeller Tusk
Cried out “ey, they’re slackin’ loose”
With the joyful shout that was hanging ‘bout
Ripper found a reason to pop the booze
A nightlong feast, was the very least
This captain could give his mates
A successful steal, how grand they could feel
Unknowingly awaiting their fates
A handful o’ drunks in fewer bunks
Were slumbering off to the rain
Mellow heavy pecks, landing on the decks
Flowing down the glass pane
The storm violently rose, in the pirates doze
And the ship was rocking ‘round
Just one skipper, by the name of Ripper
Woke up by the crashing sound
Suddenly the lights went out and with a shout
Everyone became wide awake
It was a dizzy dance, in which half kept their balance
And things came crashing down to break
The pirates got to the deck with a howl, “what the heck?”
All they saw was the fog in their face
They held on to the mast, which came apart with a blast
And the log fell through the haze
Four of the cast, climbed up the mast
That was tangled in the sails
O’ fear they were rife, as they held on for dear life
To the splinters and the nails
Little miss Ally, was quite the wally
And went climbing up the log
The slippery hold and the creeping cold
Sent Ally down through the fog
The name of James Thick, was a personal pick
And came from his daffy way
Thick grabbed a’hold, of a rotten rope so old
That it snapped in two right away
Thick looked like a clown, as he tumbled down
To land on the deck with a smack
Left was the Yeller, hanging on to Witty Weller
As his grip began to slack
It took little o’ the storm, to gather and form
A gust o’ air so strong
To throw the two, into the swelling blue
With which they drifted along
But none of the four, had seen anymore
O’ Captain Ripper that night
No, that coward man, for the hills he ran
Not brave enough to fight
The storms grew not weak, as they went for Parrot’s Beak
To the rocks outside the dock
Ingrid May, a wreck, collided with the deck
Right into the biggest rock
The cold of the rain, went headed for Spain
And was never seen of more
But the wreck of Ingrid May, and flushed up on the bay
And gone were the captain and his four
This story, all but glad, oh, wouldn’t it be sad
If it ended just right here
See I never told o’ the story unfold
About the captain of fear
Ripper got but weak, as he sighted Parrot’s Beak
Before the crew got out o’ bed
As the storm came from west, he tied himself to the chest
O’ the beautiful figurehead
Relying on the storm, to bring him home
The captain overcame the wet
This certain chum, dreamt o’ flowing rum
‘Til the storm was but a fret
These are just tall tales, which travel the trails
Stories from the bays sandy dune
But I swear sometimes, I can still here the rhymes
O’ a lonely pirate tune
On the bay o’ a creek near Parrot’s Beak
A stranded pirate’s ship
Below the moon strides a lonesome tune
Upon a rugged pirates lip
By the darkened coast, foreign to most
That one abandoned place
From the rotten bridge to the sandy ridge
Lies Ingrid May in haze.
A stranded pirate’s ship
Below the moon strides a lonesome tune
Upon a rugged pirates lip
By the darkened coast, foreign to most
That one abandoned place
From the rotten bridge to the sandy ridge
Lies Ingrid May in haze
There were pointy rocks outside the docks
Beware, carriage o’ the blue
Many years have passed by since the night in July
When a dreadful storm blew through
There was a captain then as large as seven men
Captain Ripper was his name
Impossible to be because his gamble was the sea
And risk was his game
In the dock o’ Torquay laid HMS Ingrid May
A dream in sculptured wood
From the hands o’ the king came this glorious thing
This pride o’ womanhood
A saint o’ brass on the breast of the lass
Shone brighter than the stars
But she o’ Torquay port was stormed by the sort
Twisted, rough and full of scars
Yes, young James Thick got a kick
Out o’ slaying fellow kids
Witty Weller and the Yeller
Were always in on the bids
Miss Ally Van Reese, a spicy piece
More ravishingly brutal than not
Then there was Ripper, a grown-up nipper
And captain o’ them all
Captain Ripper and his crew was to woo
To the ship, the virgin rose
Ten stabs and slashes made fatal gashes
In the gut o’ Rippers foes
The majesty’s kin fell like a fish’s fin
As the struggle for air is through
The fish that got the bate set the fate
For Captain Ripper and his crew
At the dawn the sail took wind with a wail
And the ship made out to sea
The captain at the wheel on a steady keel
That was the place to be
Ingrid May sailed Torbay and it took all day
To shake the kings troupes
For they followed her grace in a tiresome race
Cursing the pirates coup
By the longed-for dusk, lookout Yeller Tusk
Cried out “ey, they’re slackin’ loose”
With the joyful shout that was hanging ‘bout
Ripper found a reason to pop the booze
A nightlong feast, was the very least
This captain could give his mates
A successful steal, how grand they could feel
Unknowingly awaiting their fates
A handful o’ drunks in fewer bunks
Were slumbering off to the rain
Mellow heavy pecks, landing on the decks
Flowing down the glass pane
The storm violently rose, in the pirates doze
And the ship was rocking ‘round
Just one skipper, by the name of Ripper
Woke up by the crashing sound
Suddenly the lights went out and with a shout
Everyone became wide awake
It was a dizzy dance, in which half kept their balance
And things came crashing down to break
The pirates got to the deck with a howl, “what the heck?”
All they saw was the fog in their face
They held on to the mast, which came apart with a blast
And the log fell through the haze
Four of the cast, climbed up the mast
That was tangled in the sails
O’ fear they were rife, as they held on for dear life
To the splinters and the nails
Little miss Ally, was quite the wally
And went climbing up the log
The slippery hold and the creeping cold
Sent Ally down through the fog
The name of James Thick, was a personal pick
And came from his daffy way
Thick grabbed a’hold, of a rotten rope so old
That it snapped in two right away
Thick looked like a clown, as he tumbled down
To land on the deck with a smack
Left was the Yeller, hanging on to Witty Weller
As his grip began to slack
It took little o’ the storm, to gather and form
A gust o’ air so strong
To throw the two, into the swelling blue
With which they drifted along
But none of the four, had seen anymore
O’ Captain Ripper that night
No, that coward man, for the hills he ran
Not brave enough to fight
The storms grew not weak, as they went for Parrot’s Beak
To the rocks outside the dock
Ingrid May, a wreck, collided with the deck
Right into the biggest rock
The cold of the rain, went headed for Spain
And was never seen of more
But the wreck of Ingrid May, and flushed up on the bay
And gone were the captain and his four
This story, all but glad, oh, wouldn’t it be sad
If it ended just right here
See I never told o’ the story unfold
About the captain of fear
Ripper got but weak, as he sighted Parrot’s Beak
Before the crew got out o’ bed
As the storm came from west, he tied himself to the chest
O’ the beautiful figurehead
Relying on the storm, to bring him home
The captain overcame the wet
This certain chum, dreamt o’ flowing rum
‘Til the storm was but a fret
These are just tall tales, which travel the trails
Stories from the bays sandy dune
But I swear sometimes, I can still here the rhymes
O’ a lonely pirate tune
On the bay o’ a creek near Parrot’s Beak
A stranded pirate’s ship
Below the moon strides a lonesome tune
Upon a rugged pirates lip
By the darkened coast, foreign to most
That one abandoned place
From the rotten bridge to the sandy ridge
Lies Ingrid May in haze.