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The Rose of Tarmady

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(Being sailors they may exaggerate just a bit )

Far from land, daring tempestuous seas,
sails our good ship, the Rose of Tarmady,
seeking adventure and thrashing all rogues,
buccaneers bold and treacherous pogues

Hi ho, hi hey, up anchor we sail away,
Nothing be safe that falls in our way.
Hi hey, hi ho, over endless waves we go,
When we return nobody knows

We sing of our captain true and fair,
but the lads all mourn her shorn blonde hair,
a fiery temper and grand little arse,
Captain Shalinda has stolen our hearts.

Hi ho, hi hey, up anchor we sail away,
Nothing be safe that falls in our way.
Hi hey, hi ho, over endless waves we go,
When we return nobody knows

Sailmaster Loren’s a grumpy old lout,
come time for brawling he’ll win every bout,
a mean old bugger in a fight for his life,
that is if you pry him from off of his wife.

Hi ho, hi hey, up anchor we sail away,
Nothing be safe that falls in our way.
Hi hey, hi ho, over endless waves we go,
When we return nobody knows

Second Mate Ferdan, a hard taskmaster,
Work us all now and work us all after,
Riding the cook is his pleasant duty,
now there be a man after the booty.

Hi ho, hi hey, up anchor we sail away,
Nothing be safe that falls in our way.
Hi hey, hi ho, over endless waves we go,
When we return nobody knows

Third Mate Boggs be a bawdy old sot,
a wonder to all that his prow don’t rot,
as deadly with cutlass as with a wench,
now there’s an appetite nothing will quench!

Hi ho, hi hey, up anchor we sail away,
Nothing be safe that falls in our way.
Hi hey, hi ho, over endless waves we go,
When we return nobody knows

Navigator Dargus of SeaWolf Clan,
can’t find his arse with only one hand,
sneaky and quiet as any old mouse,
but the first bugger to the bawdy house.

Hi ho, hi hey, up anchor we sail away,
Nothing be safe that falls in our way.
Hi hey, hi ho, over endless waves we go,
When we return nobody knows

Quartermaster Carzen a babyfaced lad,
the poor kid’s virtue has never been had,
poor little bugger has kisses to spare,
all going wasted till his nethers grow hair.

Hi ho, hi hey, up anchor we sail away,
Nothing be safe that falls in our way.
Hi hey, hi ho, over endless waves we go,
When we return nobody knows

Luestoff, armorer and fighter on deck,
He’ll leave any ship a burning wreck,
He has the duty of all our dreams,
busy below decks say the captain’s screams,

Hi ho, hi hey, up anchor we sail away,
Nothing be safe that falls in our way.
Hi hey, hi ho, over endless waves we go,
When we return nobody knows

Arma oh Arma our ships happy clerk
keeping Loren happy is her only work,
her wiggle makes waves all on its own,
we can feed the world on the oats she’s sown.

Hi ho, hi hey, up anchor we sail away,
Nothing be safe that falls in our way.
Hi hey, hi ho, over endless waves we go,
When we return nobody knows

Jedda our jedda great cook of the deep,
Works day and night without any sleep,
Slaves over hot stove and toils in her bed,
Try to match her you’ll find yourself dead

Hi ho, hi hey, up anchor we sail away,
Nothing be safe that falls in our way.
Hi hey, hi ho, over endless waves we go,
When we return nobody knows

We cannot forget dear Old Weird Pete,
He’s a hairy old ape from head to feet,
Married just once till she saw his back,
Ran right away, didn’t bother to pack,

I Hi ho, hi hey, up anchor we sail away,
Nothing be safe that falls in our way.
Hi hey, hi ho, over endless waves we go,
When we return nobody knows

In search of fortune we sail the seas,
Our bawdy old ship Rose of Tarmady,
We dilly, we dally we wear no clothes
A happy old lot we are on the Rose!

© 2009 – 2018, Tim Boothby. All rights reserved.

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The Trooper Came Home

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The trooper went home from bloody war
and tarried at last in a tavern town
he knew exactly what he was looking for
a pig for a feast and for his wife a new gown.

A farthing paid he for a sassy young swine,
five more bought him a bonny blue dress.
At a tavern he found an ale or nine,
And out the door he went, a terrible mess.

Not a farthing had he for bath or bed,
so to an alley did he crawl and fall
with gown and pig he slept like the dead,
a wonder to see was he to one and all.

Morning came, sore, cold and blinded by ale,
but who was behind him so still and warm?
He wearily rolled and stared and paled
at a pig in gown that snored like a storm.

A shadow fell close, his dear lady wife,
“I see,” said she and “Oh, what a bother,”
And words that swore him from drink for life,
“Children,” said she, “Come greet your father.”

© 2009, Tim Boothby. All rights reserved.