Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pirate Jenny, artist - Judy Collins. Album song Forever - An Anthology, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 30.06.2008
Record label: Elektra
Song language: English
Pirate Jenny |
You gentlemen can watch while I’m scrubbin' the floor |
And I’m scrubbin' the floor while you’re gawking |
And maybe once you tipped me and it made you feel swell |
In a ratty waterfront in this ratty-old hotel |
But you’ll never know to who you’re talkin' |
You never know to who you’re talkin' |
Suddenly, one night, there’s a scream in the night |
And you yelled, «What the hell could that have been?» |
And you see me kinda grinnin' while I’m scrubbin' |
And you say, «What's she got to grin?» |
And the ship, a Black Freighter |
With a skull on its masthead will be comin' in |
Then you gentlemen can say, «Hey girl, finish the floors |
Get upstairs, make the beds, earn your keep here |
You toss me your tips and look out at the ships |
But I’m countin' your heads |
While I make up the beds |
'Cuz there’s nobody gonna sleep here |
Tonight, none of you will sleep here |
Then, that night, there’s a bang in the night |
And you yelled, «Who's that kicking up a row?» |
And ya see me kinda starin' out the window |
And you say, «What's she got to stare at now?» |
And the ship, the Black Freighter |
Turns around in the harbor |
Shootin' guns from the bow |
Then you gentlemen can wipe off the laugh from your face |
Every building in town is a flat one |
Your whole stinking place will be down to the ground |
Only this cheap hotel standin' up safe and sound |
And you ask, «Why did they spare that one?» |
And you ask, «Why did they spare that one?» |
All the night through, with the noise and to-do |
You wonder, who’s the person lives up there? |
Then you see me steppin' out in the mornin' |
Lookin' nice with a ribbon in my hair |
And the ship, the Black Freighter |
Runs the flag up its masthead |
And a cheer rings the air |
By noontime the dock |
Is a' swarmin' with men |
Comin' off of that ghostly freighter |
And they’re movin' in the shadows |
Where no one can see |
And they’re chainin' up people |
And bringin' them to me |
Askin' me |
«Kill them now or later?» |
Askin' me |
«Kill them now, or later?» |
Noon by the clock |
And so still on the dock |
You can hear the foghorn miles away |
In that quiet of death |
I’ll say, «Right now |
Then they’ll pile up the bodies |
And I’ll say, «That'll learn ya» |
And the ship |
The Black Freighter |
Disappears out to sea |
And on it is me |