Saturday, 22 September 2012

To His Coy (Pirate) Mistress

00:00:00 Posted by Ashley Lister , , 2 comments

 By Ashley Lister

 Because we’re discussing poetry and pirates, I thought I would pirate a poem. This used to be To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell. Now it’s To His Coy (Pirate) Mistress. Please note that the words in brackets need to be read in a strong pirate accent.

Had we but world enough, and time, (me hearties)
This coyness, (matey), were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way (anchor)
To walk (the plank), and pass our long love's day;
Thou by the (Jolly Roger’s) side (ye scallywag)
Shouldst (pieces of eight) find; I by the tide
Of Humber (aaarghhh) would complain (like a scurvy dog). I would
Love you ten years (up the poop deck) before the Flood;
And you should, (hornswaggle) if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews. (And a bottle of rum).
My vegetable love (cock) should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow. (Yo-ho-ho).

I refrained from going any further with this piece for fear of upsetting any delicate landlubbers.


Anonymous said...

You rock again ;-)

Ashley R Lister said...


Thank you :-)