The Song of the Vampirates

I'll tell you a tale of Vampirates,
A tale as old as true.
Yea, I'll sing you a song of an ancient ship,
And its mighty fearsome crew.
Yea, I'll sing you a song of an ancient ship,
That sales the ocean blue...
That haunts the ocean blue.


The vampirate ship has tattered sales
That flap like wings in flight.
They say the captain, he wears a veil
So as to curtail your fright.
At his death-pale skin
And his lifeless eyes
And his teeth as sharp as night.
Oh, they say the captain, he wears a veil,
And his eyes never see the light.
His eyes never the light.


You'd better be good, child- good as gold.
As good as good can be.
Else I'll turn you into the vampirates,
And wave you out to sea.
Yes, you'd better be good, child-good as gold,
Because- look! Can you see?
There's a dark ship in the harbor tonight
And there's room in the hold for thee!
(Plenty of room for thee!)


Well, if pirates are bad,
And vampires are worse,
Then I pray that as long as I can be
That though I sing of vampirates
I never shall see one.
Yes, if pirates are danger,
and vampires are death,
I'll extend my prayer for thee-
That thine eyes never see a vampirate.


...and they never lay a hand on thee.