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The Pirate Whip is a remix of The Weekend Whip , the theme song for Ninjago: Masters of Spinjitzu . It was used in the intro for Season 6: Skybound .
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Monday morning and we're getting started - it's on, you know
And we wanna see you whip and shout it - we rock, you roll
They say, "go slow"
And everything just stands so still
We say, "go go!"
You're gonna see us rip into it
Just jump up, kick back, whip around and spin
(And then we jump back, do it again)
Ninja , Go! Ninja, Go!
Come on, come on and do the Weekend Whip
Wednesday mornin' and we soon discover
We gotta push our game
We slept through Thursday just to get it over
The whip's a day away
You're gonna see us rip into it, just
(Rip into it, just)
Jump up, kick back. whip around and spin
And then we jump back, do it again
Ninja, Go! Ninja, Go!
Come on, come on, we're gonna do it again
We just jump up, kick back, whip around and spin
What shall we do with the pirates , ninja?
What shall we do with the pirates?
What shall we do with the pirates, ninja?
What shall we do?
What shall we do? What shall we do?
Jump up, kick back, whip around and spin
Jump up, kick back, whip around and spin!
Oh way oh way oh, oh oh oh oh oh
- The lines "What shall we do with the pirates, ninja?" are a parody of " What shall we do with the drunken sailor? "
- This is the first remix of The Weekend Whip to have re-recorded lyrics.
- While the released version uses electric guitar in the intro, the version used in the TV series uses a different instrument, possibly the sitar.
- This is the only one of The Weekend Whip's remixes to contain a first verse not beginning with "It's time for training and we're getting started."
- According to Dan Castady, this was the first Weekend Whip remix to be remixed by the band themselves. 
- This song was featured at the beginning of the product animations for the Skybound sets.
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- ↑ https://youtu.be/Z5EI8yWkELM?t=273
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New poetry: Woman of Winter is as relevant to 21st-century women as it is true to spirit of original
Vona groake gives her idiosyncratic voice to the ‘dramatic, articulate, wounded and resistant female protagonist’ in her new version of the lament of the old woman of beare.
The tomb of Art Ó Laoghaire: If ever a woman spoke across the centuries in tones of authentic love, that is Eibhlin Dubh in her lament for her murdered husband Art Ó Laoghaire in 1773
“My interest in the story is partly topographical,” says John Fitzgerald in his introduction to his new translation of The Lament for Art O’Leary (Gallery, €11.95). Fitzgerald grew up near Macroom, his feet familiar with the ground covered by the main players, his ear attuned to subtleties of the local accent.
Eibhlín Dubh Ní Chonaill’s great keen for her murdered husband has been widely translated yet every version of the Lament “tells a different story”. Fitzgerald’s “desire to transfer the grief at the heart of the Caoineadh through the three-stressed line” was sparked by Seamus Heaney’s observation of how the Lament’s “three-stressed line” inspired his translation of Sophocles’ Burial at Thebes.
Primary school was where Fitzgerald first heard the Caoineadh read in the “captivating west-Muskerry baritone” of his teacher, John Brown. His palpable excitement drives this fresh, powerful version, evoking those local accents. According to Angela Bourke, the keen is similar to a rap and Fitzgerald’s version feels exactly like that, physically on its feet, the speaker rocking back and forth on the three-stressed line, gathering momentum as the poem builds from the insistent “you” at the end of every line in the first stanza, echoing the original “thú”.
As the sense of grief and loss builds, the assonance and alliteration so vital to the original Irish is released in exhilarating waves, “your sword ennobled you, your gold-roped hat, /fine leather boots/and double-fold coat,/all fashioned abroad for you.” Short prescriptive lines express urgency, strong verbs piled high add to the sense of mobility, “rise up at this moment, /put on your fine suit of the clearest white bolt,/fix your black beaver,/pull up your gauntlets/and straighten your whip”. Fitzgerald’s unmistakable, strong Cork accent works here like a charm beside Jack B Yeats’s original watercolours which first appeared in Frank O’Connor’s translation almost a century ago.
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Woman of Winter is as relevant to the 21st-century woman as it is true to the spirit of the original lament, its pitiless, richly assonantal voice commanding trust with its honest dissection of a “cramped, parched room” and it brings its own bittersweet light to an unexpectedly consoling lyrical conclusion, “the day I loved and the day I didn’t;/ not long, either of them,/now I look back;/not long at all in the end//but lovely too, sweet as the sea/ on a May afternoon/when the tide,/coming in just as far as it comes,/ slips away off, quietly.”
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