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Don Durk of Dowdee - Lyrics

Yo ho, for the Pirate
Don Durk of Dowdee
He was as wicked
As wicked could be
But oh, he was perfectly
Gorgeous to see
The Pirate Don Durk of Dowdee

His conscience, of course
Was as black as a bat
But he had a floppety plume
On his hat
And when he went walking
It jiggled -- like that
The plume of the Pirate Dowdee

His coat it was handsome
And cut with a slash
And often as ever
He twirled his mustache
Deep down in the ocean
The mermaids went splash
Because of Don Durk of Dowdee

Moreover, Dowdee
Had a purple tattoo,
And stuck in his belt
Where he buckled it through
Were a dagger, a dirk
And a squizzamaroo
For fierce was the Pirate Dowdee.

So fearful he was
He would shoot at a puff
And always at sea
When the weather grew rough
He drank from a bottle
And he wrote on his cuff
Did pirate Don Durk of Dowdee.
Oh, he had a cutlass
That swung at his thigh
And he had a parrot named
Pepperkin Pye
And a zigzaggy scar
At the end of his eye
Had Pirate Don Durk of Dowdee

He kept in a cavern
This buccaneer bold
A curious chest
That was covered with mold
And all of his pockets
Were jingly with gold
Oh jing! went the gold of Dowdee

His conscience, of course
It was crooked like a squash
But both of his boots
Made a slickery slosh
And he went through the world
With a wonderful swash
Did Pirate Don Durk of Dowdee

It's true he was wicked
As wicked could be
His sins they outnumbered
A hundred and three
But oh, he was perfectly
Gorgeous to see
The Pirate Don Durk of Dowdee

Based on a poem by Mildred Plew Meigs

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