Pirate Jenny

<br>You lads see me wash the glasses, wipe the floors,<br><br>Make the beds, Im the best of servants.<br><br>You can kindly throw me pennies and Ill thank you very much.<br><br>When you see me ragged and tattered in this dirty shit hotel,<br><br>You dont know in hell whos talking,<br><br>You still dont know in hell whos talking.<br><br>Yet one fine day there will be roars from the harbour<br><br>And youll ask, &quot;what is all that screeching for ? &quot;<br><br>And youll see me smiling as I dunk the glasses<br><br>And youll say, &quot;whats she got to smile at for ? &quot;<br><br>And the ship, eight sails shining,<br><br>Fifty-five cannons wide, sir,<br><br>Waits there at the quay.<br><br><br><br>You say, &quot;work on, wipe the glasses, my girl.&quot;<br><br>And just slip me a dirty six-pence.<br><br>And your pennies will be taken, and your beds will be made,<br><br>(but I doubt if forty winks will come anybodys way)<br><br>And you still dont know in hell whos talking,<br><br>You still dont know in hell whos talking.<br><br>Still one fine day therell be a loud bang from the harbour,<br><br>And youll ask, &quot;jesus christ, what was that bang ? &quot;<br><br>And youll see me standing right behind the window,<br><br>And youll say, &quot;why has she got the evil eye ? &quot;<br><br>And the ship, eight sails shining,<br><br>Fifty-five cannons wide, sir,<br><br>Will be aimed at this town.<br><br><br><br>So then lads, its time for tears, no more laughs at the bar,<br><br>For the walls will be at your ankles.<br><br>And look out, lads, the town will be flat as the ground,<br><br>This dirty shit hotel will be spared wrack and ruin<br><br>And youll say, &quot;who is the fancy bitch lives there ? &quot;<br><br>Youll say, &quot;who is the fancy bitch lives there ? &quot;<br><br>Therell be rows of people running round the hotel<br><br>And youll ask, &quot;why should they have spared this hovel ? &quot;<br><br>And youll see me in the morning leaving lightly<br><br>And youll say, &quot;that one, her , she lived there ? &quot;<br><br>The same ship, eight sails shining,<br><br>Fifty-five cannons wide, sir,<br><br>Flies crossbones and skull.<br><br><br><br>In the midday sun a hundred men will step ashore<br><br>All tramping where shadows crawled.<br><br>Theyll lay their hands on men, hiding shit-scared behind doors<br><br>Lead them in chains here before this silent woman,<br><br>And theyll say, &quot;well, which ones shall we kill ? &quot;<br><br>Theyll say, &quot;which ones shall we kill ? &quot;<br><br>Come the dot of twelve, it will be still in the harbour,<br><br>When they ask me, &quot;well, who is going to die ? &quot;<br><br>And youll hear me whispering, oh, so sweetly, &quot;all of them!&quot;<br><br>And as the soft heads fall, Ill say, &quot;hop-l!&quot;<br><br>That same ship, eight sails shining,<br><br>Fifty-five cannons wide, sir,<br><br>Disappears with me.<br><br><br><br>The salomon song.