John De Le Hirate,
Was a drunk Irish pirate,
Whose ships sailed the seas,
And arms looked like trees.

He was on his way,
To gooddrinker bay,
When a nasty storm hit,
And the crew said, “Oh shit.”

The ship was a rockin,
And the lightnin’ a shockin,
But good ol’ Le Hirate,
Oh, what a pirate.

A beam cracked like hell,
And like a rag fell
But John grabbed a pint,
And took the beam with his might.

He threw it up,
Into its place,
With not a drop,
Of sweat upon his face,
He grabbed more ale,
And turned it up,
And with a grunt,
Slammed down his cup.
The crew let out a cheer,
As good John steered.

He led them out,
Of that dangerous place,
With a hearty laugh,
And grin on his face.

Suddenly the mast cracked
And with a thud fell
And sent ol’ Johny
Straight into hell.

Some men mourned,
And some men scourned.
But John De Le Hirate,
Damn! What a pirate!

Some heard him scream,
“Hell cannot have me,
I belong to the sea!”
And somehow he found,
His way out of the ground.

When he arrived on his deck,
he heard a loud cheer,
And lifted his pint,
full of cold beer.

Some say he lives,
Others deny.
But John De Le Hirate,
Could never die.