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|Here's a song of a merry old sea-reaver, who doesn't need anything else, but roaming his oceans and abordaging ships!||
A Sea-Reaver’s Scng
(inspired by Anglo-Saxon “The Seafarer”)
“If you ask me, dear friend,
How I wish to spend my end -
If I wish for slaves and land,
If I have a bequest planned,
If I wish for fame and gold,
(To take pride when brains grow old)
I shall tell you without thinking –
While my old boat still en’t sinking,
Till my wayward wicked life
Stumbles on a bloody knife,
You will find me roaming oceans,
Heart filled with wild, free emotions.
Salty sea wind in my hair,
By my belt - a sabre bare.
In the sunset eyes alight -
A storm is welcome any night!...
Rrr! I’m the reaver of the sea
Born to roam the oceans free...
Oh, ‘bout how I wish to end?..,
Well, I have to tell you, friend, -
Fighting bravely an attack,
Hand on my old loyal sword,
With my comrades back to back -
But a few against a horde.”
|Little Prologue of a Bard||The Night|