Yeah… actually “captain’s daughter” has an entirely different meaning.
I heard the Gay Men’s Choir of San Francisco sing that once. After the usual verses and the big, loud, low note at the end of the song, one of the men leers out at the audience and says “I know what I’d do.”
Turn him into the Drunken Squire, that was a big favorite of the audience when I was in the South Florida Renaissance Society’s Wenches. Specially the verse where we took him to the garden to pick a melon.
By using his song in a lame attempt to video something nautical and cool. Originally filmed with my brother’s 10LB VHS video camera and copied from the TV using a digital camera with the song playing on the boat’s cassette player. Waterworld here we come.
The only punishment I’ve ever heard was to put him in the galley for to peel potatoes.
And really, I don’t care what you do to him, as long as you pronounce it er-lie.
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My favorite Pyrates Royale lyrics are “Put a lobster down his trousers” and “Dress him up in women’s clothing,” ear-lie in the morning.
“Wake him in the morning with the sound of bagpipes.”
Not as evocative as some of the other suggestions, but it has the advantage of being true. I was there. Which reminds me…
“Cockblock him from the cute, blonde girl-ie.”
“Send lewd messages-to-his-mother-from-his-email-account.”
“Er-lie in the morning.”
“Just let 'em sleep until he feels better”.
I’ve always found fucking with the sleeping guy to be pretty douchey.
Although my contribution doesn’t make for the best song…
My Boy Scout troop liked to cut off his legs & call him “Shorty”.
Er-lie in the morning.
Well if he was a sailor who worked for a private ship the answer was traditionally “Shanghai him and force him into the British Navy so your press gang gets a commission.”
…early in the morning.
I’ve never heard the lobster variant, and I’ve heard PR quite a bit. (In fact, I ran into Darcy off-duty at Pirate Feast this year; she wanted time in garb but off the clock.)
Put him in the scuppers with a hosepipe on him
Halve his rations til he’s sorry
Make him swab the decks while bollock-naked
Give his rum to all the others
Thanks…
Now I’ll look up scuppers and horsepipe. 