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TRAIGHLI BAY
Al Parrish

It was June and it was hot
When on board the ship we got,
With shot and powder for the guns,
And a hogshead full of rum,
And salt cod to last until the winter squalls.
We made for the southwest
Where the hunting would be best,
Where the Spanish ships of trade
Down with Aztec silver laden
Were the fairest game for gentlemen of fortune.

CHORUS: And with tar on our pigtails and blood on our rapiers,
We'll fly the skull and crossbones and by God we'll take no prisoners.
It's hi-ho away, boys. We'll sail from Traighli Bay, boys.
Hoist the Jolly Roger at the break of day.

From up the crow's nest then,
Called the third mate, Mr. Flynn,
"Set the course and hold 'er steady
And for action make 'er ready.
There's a Spanish merchant off the starboard bow."
We raised the black flag high.
Fast the Spaniard turned to fly.
We followed in her wake
Until we could overtake,
And dismasted her with chain from cannon fired. CHORUS

We pulled up alongside
With our grappling hooks and lines.
Guns and cutlasses in hand,
On the gunwales we did stand,
Every hand from the Captain to the cabin boy.
Saw three dead the chains had flayed,
Then we raised and crossed our blades.
To their mates we gave our best,
As the sun set in the west,
With pikes and swords, pistols, fists and feet. CHORUS

From the darkness till the dawn,
As the battle raged on,
We fought with manly fitness
As we meant to leave no witness.
We lost Mr. Flynn and one leg from the cabin boy,
But with their treasure we retired,
And we set a canvas fire,
Left her sinking to the deep,
Where their silent bones will sleep,
And we forged a leg of gold for the cabin boy. CHORUS

It was August and still warm
When to Traighli we returned.
Fifty-eight days on the main
And we've no need to sail again.
We've gold and silver more than we could spend.
Now half a century has passed,
And of that crew, I am the last.
Fifty years I've roamed these docks,
And when I get a chance to talk,
I tell of how I got this golden leg. CHORUS