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Elizabeth's Carol
To the tune of "Let It Snow!"

by Honorat Selonnet
December 16, 2005

The commodore's proposing,
Though I think I might be dozing,
Since I'm in a too-tight gown,
I could drown.
I could drown.
I could drown.

Oh the pirates outside are spiteful,
And their bones are terribly frightful.
How I wish this were a dream.
Run and scream.
Run and scream.
Run and scream.

The pirate is drunk and sleeping,
While the rum in piles I'm heaping.
Since I've got places to go,
Let it blow.
Let it blow.
Let it blow.

You're with pirates who should have died.
How I'll hate going into that cave.
But if you will fight by my side,
All the way through, I'll be brave.

Poor James is nearly crying
And the pirate is good-byeing
But as long as you love me true,
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.

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