Words of the Constant
'tis decking o' piggie 'ouse.
'tis decking fer a house.
'tis decking fer a house.
'tis decking fer a house.
Arr, 'tis soft on ol' Woodlegs pegs.
'tis decking fer a house.
Thar be much werk t'be done.
'tis decking fer a house.
'tis decking fer a house.
'tis a bulk'ead fer'a house.
Fancy bulk'ead fer'a house.
Fancy bulk'ead fer'a house.
Fancy bulk'ead fer'a house.
Fancy bulk'ead fer'a house.
Fancy bulk'ead fer'a house.
Fancy bulk'ead fer'a house.
Fancy bulk'ead fer'a house.
'tis a bulk'ead fer'a house.
'tis a bulk'ead fer'a house.
Ol' Woodlegs feel at 'ome here.
'Tis a bulk'ead fer'a house.
Fancy bulk'ead fer'a house.
'tis a bulk'ead fer'a house.
Who been meddlin' wit' me islands?
Who been meddlin' wit' me islands?
'Tis not gold, but a treasure nonetheless.
Woodlegs prefers 'is sail.
That way lays a'cabin.
Prepared ta perfection.
Avast ye, jumpin' beans!
Tha virtue o'this meat be dubious.
Shockin'ly squishy.
Shockin'ly tasty.
Shockin'ly dead.
Shockin'ly dangerous.
Who be knowin' such a thing be possible?
Woodlegs' specialty!
She burns bright.
Be smellin' like a bag o'coal.
Nary a wiff o'treasure left.
Thet tree be hidin' all kinds o'treasures.
Ye might grow in ta a new leg fer me.
Meybe sev'ral legs!
All food be piratin' food!
Woodlegs be tha'Admiral fer this town.
Ye don't be lookin' very friendly.
Yer mine, now.
Met Davey Jones.
Ye live off'th'ocean too?
'Tis not on watch.