Get Me An Orange

Get me an orange,
me matey!
Give me a nice apple too.
I've caught me the scurvy
and you have too.

We'll capture some vessels
and raid us them fridges,
in the hopes of a plum
or a pear.
If we find us some fruit
my life'll be spared.
Go find yer own,
I'm not sharin'.

Amethysts 'ave lost their luster.
I'd rather see a grape.
The shipmates be droppin'
faster den de flies
and the fishies have full bellys.
We've got to survive
this curse o' the seas
and out live this plauge.

Get me an orange,
me matey!
Give me a nice apple too.
I've caught me the scurvy
and so have you.