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Scrum takes the audience for a powertrip through a century of “workersongs” (Inspired by The Dubliners, The Pogues, Flogging Molly and Dropkick Murphys). Scrum stands for musical expertise and visual spectacle, a true unique experience. Scrum is singing, jumping, euphoria, freedom in a mix of Schotish and Irish traditionals and also their own songs.
Pirate Song
Scrum Lyrics
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I once had the heart of a lion
Commanded my ship between many a shore
The ol' Jolly Roger a-flyin
Mine was a name that struck fear into men
And regret into plenty of lasses
Oh, how I wish I could take back those days
I think of the times past when I had it all
I toyed with men's wives and their daughters
And in my pursuit of this ill-gotten wealth
I stabbed and I slashed and I slaughtered.
And for what?
The men that I've fought
Are matched by the number of women I've bought
And for what?
I've killed and I've shot
And reddened the cold tears of children with blood
And If I could go back and make my amends
I'd make all those mistakes again
I'd kill every last one of those bastards, my friend
My ship was the last sight that many would see
As we narrowed the gap with our quarry
The sound of the cannons and splintering wood
Would herald our paths into glory
We seized all the bounty and scuppered the ship
Our hearts hadn't time for the wounded
I took my share and the crew got the rest
And on into port we then bounded
Life has many pleasures, and we had our fill
Of food and of wenches and beer
When we'd tired of the port or had drunken it dry
The time to set sail would come near
And for what?
We heeded no law
Made other men suffer so we could have more
And for what?
We lived every day
With the noose of the hangman a hair's breadth away
And If I could go back and make my amends
I'd make all those mistakes again
I'd kill every last one of those bastards, my friend
Oh I have seen wonders you'd never have dreamed,
And taken my fair share, I must say
Holds full of booty I happily seized
From crews who would not see a new day
Spanish gold came and went, gem stones got sold,
But I knew more lay on the horizon,
Yet the beer was too good and the gals were too sweet
And now in my old age it's gone
These memories were bought with the lives of good men
A price that I paid without scruple
So many souls suffered so I could get drunk
And swagger from brothel to brothel
And for what?
It's been many years
Yet the screams of the vanquished still ring in my ears
And for what?
I've blood on my hands
I wait for my place in the halls of the damned
And If I could go back and make my amends
I'd make all those mistakes again
I'd kill every last one of those bastards, my friend
The lyrics to Scrum's song "Pirate Song" tell the story of a former pirate who now regrets his past actions. He reflects on his days as a fearsome pirate, commanding his ship with the Jolly Roger flying high, and causing havoc and fear among those he encountered. He remembers how he took pleasure in toying with men's wives and daughters and in pursuit of wealth, he robbed, stabbed, slashed, and slaughtered. As he ponders his mistakes, he admits to himself that all his actions were for nothing, and he would make those same mistakes again if given the chance to go back in time.
The song highlights the darker side of the pirate's life and shows the consequences of immoral actions. The singer's regret serves as a warning of the danger of pursuing a life of crime and immorality. The song's chorus focuses on the repetitive cycle of the pirate's actions and his realization of the harm he caused.
Overall, "Pirate Song" is a powerful depiction of the life of a pirate, beyond the romanticized representation of piracy in pop culture.
Line by Line Meaning
Though you see me now a mere ghost of a man
Although I am now just a shadow of the man I once was
I once had the heart of a lion
My heart was once brave and fierce
Commanded my ship between many a shore
I captained my ship across many coasts
The ol' Jolly Roger a-flyin
We flew the Jolly Roger to strike fear into our enemies
Mine was a name that struck fear into men
My name was enough to instill fear in even the bravest of men
And regret into plenty of lasses
And I caused many women great regret and sorrow
Oh, how I wish I could take back those days
I deeply regret the actions of my past and yearn to change them
As I stare at these empty beer-glasses
As I reflect on my past over my empty beer glass
I think of the times past when I had it all
I reminisce about the days when I had everything
I toyed with men's wives and their daughters
I played with the lives of other men's wives and daughters
And in my pursuit of this ill-gotten wealth
And in my search for riches obtained by immoral means
I stabbed and I slashed and I slaughtered.
I resorted to violence and killing to achieve my goals
The men that I've fought
The men who I fought against
Are matched by the number of women I've bought
Are equal in number to the amount of women I have exploited
And for what?
And what was the purpose of all this?
I've killed and I've shot
I have committed murder and violence
And reddened the cold tears of children with blood
And I brought pain and suffering to innocent children
And If I could go back and make my amends
If I could turn back time and make things right
I'd make all those mistakes again
I would still make the same choices and mistakes
I'd kill every last one of those bastards, my friend
I would go as far as killing all my enemies without hesitation
My ship was the last sight that many would see
My ship was often the last thing that many people saw before their death
As we narrowed the gap with our quarry
As we closed in on our target
The sound of the cannons and splintering wood
The noise of the cannons and the breaking of the ship's timber
Would herald our paths into glory
Would signal our entry into a glorious battle
We seized all the bounty and scuppered the ship
We took all the loot and sank the ship
Our hearts hadn't time for the wounded
We did not have any empathy or concern for the injured
I took my share and the crew got the rest
I claimed my portion of the loot while the rest went to the crew
And on into port we then bounded
We sailed victoriously into the harbor
Life has many pleasures, and we had our fill
Life has many enjoyable moments, and we had plenty of them
Of food and of wenches and beer
We enjoyed plenty of food, women, and alcohol
When we'd tired of the port or had drunken it dry
When we had exhausted the port's resources or had drunk all the alcohol
The time to set sail would come near
We would then prepare to set sail again
We heeded no law
We did not obey any laws
Made other men suffer so we could have more
We caused pain and suffering to other men to increase our own wealth
With the noose of the hangman a hair's breadth away
With the threat of being hanged for our crimes looming over us
It's been many years
Many years have passed since my piracy days
Yet the screams of the vanquished still ring in my ears
But the cries of the defeated still haunt me to this day
I've blood on my hands
I am responsible for countless deaths and have their blood on my hands
I wait for my place in the halls of the damned
I wait for my eternal punishment in hell
Oh I have seen wonders you'd never have dreamed,
I have experienced incredible things that most people would never believe
And taken my fair share, I must say
And I have taken my fair share of the wealth
Holds full of booty I happily seized
I eagerly and joyfully took treasure that belonged to others
From crews who would not see a new day
From crews who were killed and would never see the light of another day
Spanish gold came and went, gem stones got sold,
I acquired and spent Spanish gold and sold precious gemstones
But I knew more lay on the horizon,
But I always believed there was more wealth to be found up ahead
Yet the beer was too good and the gals were too sweet
But I was too tempted by the pleasures of alcohol and women
And now in my old age it's gone
And now, in my old age, all that wealth and pleasure is gone
Writer(s): Marco Hulsebos, Robin Slutter
Contributed by Sarah C. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@Libertelia
Excelente canción!
@Potchekansky
This is so awesome!!! Greeets from Bulgaria!
@davewest8522
The dude who disliked this ain’t getting any rum. That’s for sure..
@claytonwhite4855
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