I'm always on the lookout for more songs from Talamhir, and this is one of them.
Written, composed, and performed this month for the Furry Musicians Contest: https://www.furaffinity.net/journal/11062378
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Chorus:
Three sailors met at the gates of hell,
Sing compass, quadrant, stars, and bell,
And as they feared that dark hostel,
To bide their time their stories did tell,
Sing compass, quadrant, stars, and bell.
1:
I girdl’d the globe to sell my wares,
Sing block and tackle, shipwrights’ squares,
To help the dandies put on airs,
But corsairs didn’t heed my prayers,
Sing block and tackle, shipwrights’ squares,
2:
In northern seas I plied my trade,
Sing fish-net, bilge-pump, cutlass blade,
My ship with fish-catch was down-weighed,
But I didn’t see the rope had frayed,
Sing fish-net, bilge-pump, cutlass blade.
3:
Through cloud and sunset skies I’d sail,
Sing decking, rigging, hammer and nail,
O’er mountains vast and deserts pale,
Until my airship’s seals did fail,
Sing decking, rigging, hammer and nail.
All:
A roving life was once our glee,
Sing port and starboard, windward, lee,
But dangers sprang up constantly,
So in our next life we’ll farmers be!
Sing port and starboard, windward, lee.
Written, composed, and performed this month for the Furry Musicians Contest: https://www.furaffinity.net/journal/11062378
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Chorus:
Three sailors met at the gates of hell,
Sing compass, quadrant, stars, and bell,
And as they feared that dark hostel,
To bide their time their stories did tell,
Sing compass, quadrant, stars, and bell.
1:
I girdl’d the globe to sell my wares,
Sing block and tackle, shipwrights’ squares,
To help the dandies put on airs,
But corsairs didn’t heed my prayers,
Sing block and tackle, shipwrights’ squares,
2:
In northern seas I plied my trade,
Sing fish-net, bilge-pump, cutlass blade,
My ship with fish-catch was down-weighed,
But I didn’t see the rope had frayed,
Sing fish-net, bilge-pump, cutlass blade.
3:
Through cloud and sunset skies I’d sail,
Sing decking, rigging, hammer and nail,
O’er mountains vast and deserts pale,
Until my airship’s seals did fail,
Sing decking, rigging, hammer and nail.
All:
A roving life was once our glee,
Sing port and starboard, windward, lee,
But dangers sprang up constantly,
So in our next life we’ll farmers be!
Sing port and starboard, windward, lee.
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