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Saturday, November 3, 2007
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
The Gettysburg Address (In Pirate)
In honor of international talk like a pirate day, I present the Gettysburg Address translated into native pirate tongue:
Ahoy! Four score an' se'en voyages ago th' old salts brought fore on
these waters, a new crew, free an' dedicated t' th' accord that all
swabs be on the account.
Now we be engaged in war amongst we brothers o' th' coast, testin'
whether that crew, or any crew so conceived an' so dedicated, can hold
fast. We be met on th' briney deep. We be gathered t' th' Spanish
Main, Davey Jone`s locker fer them who here gave the'r lives that th'
crew might sail. 't be altogether fittin' an' proper that we be ortin'
ta do this.
We canna dedicate -- we canna consecrate -- we canna hallow -- th'
deep. Scallywags, livin` or dead men be, layed by th' lee, be havin'
consecrated 't, far above our poor power t' add or detract. Ye`ll nay
strike th' colors, nor long reckon what we say here, but 't can
nereforget what they did here. 'Tis fer us th' livin', rather, t' be
dedicated here t' th' unfinished work which they who fought here be
havin' walked the plank. 'Tis rather fer us t' be comin' about t' th'
great task remainin' before us -- that from these honored dead we take
increased custom fer that cause which they gave th' last full peice of
eight -- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall nay be
havin' sank t'Davy Jones' locker in vain -- that this crew, damn th'r
eyes, be havin' a new birth o' freedom -- an' that th' Articles o' th'
brethren, by th' brethren, fer th' brethren, shant dance wi' Jack
Ketch.
these waters, a new crew, free an' dedicated t' th' accord that all
swabs be on the account.
Now we be engaged in war amongst we brothers o' th' coast, testin'
whether that crew, or any crew so conceived an' so dedicated, can hold
fast. We be met on th' briney deep. We be gathered t' th' Spanish
Main, Davey Jone`s locker fer them who here gave the'r lives that th'
crew might sail. 't be altogether fittin' an' proper that we be ortin'
ta do this.
We canna dedicate -- we canna consecrate -- we canna hallow -- th'
deep. Scallywags, livin` or dead men be, layed by th' lee, be havin'
consecrated 't, far above our poor power t' add or detract. Ye`ll nay
strike th' colors, nor long reckon what we say here, but 't can
nereforget what they did here. 'Tis fer us th' livin', rather, t' be
dedicated here t' th' unfinished work which they who fought here be
havin' walked the plank. 'Tis rather fer us t' be comin' about t' th'
great task remainin' before us -- that from these honored dead we take
increased custom fer that cause which they gave th' last full peice of
eight -- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall nay be
havin' sank t'Davy Jones' locker in vain -- that this crew, damn th'r
eyes, be havin' a new birth o' freedom -- an' that th' Articles o' th'
brethren, by th' brethren, fer th' brethren, shant dance wi' Jack
Ketch.
(Translated by Matt Webber)
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