The song this next one is based on is called "The Maid from
Amsterdam", and it was hugely popular in the early 1700s. Sung by
Captain Jack himself, the version below soon became a huge hit in all
the theatres and pubs in the entire Caribbean, and Captain Jack made a
small fortune selling the song sheets. Unfortunately, he lost it all
one night while partying with Barbossa, Bootstrap Bill and Mr. Gibbs...
The
Wench from Tortuga
In Tortuga
there lived a wench,
Mark well
what I do say,
In Tortuga
there lived a wench,
I met her
on a cosy bench.
I'll
have no more a-slappings from you, fair wench.
Tortuga,
Tortuga, Tortuga's been my ru-i-in,
I'll
have no more a-slappings from you, fair wench.
I met her
in the Turtle Bar,
Mark well what I do say,
I met her in the Turtle Bar
Way down
in lovely Tortuga.
I'll have no more a-slappings from you, fair wench.
She
slapped me once, she slapped me twice,
Mark well what I do say,
She slapped me once, she slapped me twice,
Said I,
"Dear wench, that wasn't nice."
I'll have no more a-slappings from you, fair wench.
I put my hand upon my
cheek,
Mark well what I do say,
I put my hand upon my cheek
And said, "Fair
wench, you're all but weak."
I'll have no more a-slappings from you, fair wench.
I thought we'd go and
have some fun,
Mark well what I do say,
I thought we'd go and have some fun,
But then she went and
burned my rum.
I'll have no more a-slappings from you, fair wench.
She put her weight upon
my toe,
Mark well what I do say,
She put her weight upon my toe,
I said, "Dear wench,
please would you go?"
I'll have no more a-slappings from you, fair wench.
I put my hand upon her
hips,
Mark well what I do say,
I put my hand upon her hips,
She poked her finger in
my ribs.
I'll have no more a-slappings from you, fair wench.