Barrett watched from the ramparts as the Astrumese soldiers departed. Beside him stood those troops of his who could still stand.
"A fine fight they put up eh lads? Let's give them a chanty to march home to"
And the men sang,
"Farewell and adieu to you fine Astrum ladies,
Farwell and adieu all you fine Astrum galls;
For we've received orders to sail for Port Nebel;
And perhaps we shall never more see you again.
We'll rant and we'll roar like true Gilden sailors,
We'll range and we'll roam over all the salt seas,
Until we strike soundings on the shores of Gold Farrow,
From Libbido to the Gold Sea 'tis thirty-five leagues.
Then we hove our ship to, with the wind at due south, my boys,
Then we hove our ship to, for to strike soundings clear;
Then we filled the main topsail and bore right away, my boys,
And straight to the shores of Golden Farrow did steer.
We'll rant and we'll roar like true Gilden sailors,
We'll range and we'll roam over all the salt seas,
Until we strike soundings on the shores of Gold Farrow,
From Libbido to the Gold Sea 'tis thirty-five leagues.
So the first land we made is called Old Dizzedo,
Next Libbido town, then on to Gold Sea;
We sailed by the beach, by Mozyr and Farrowfield, A
nd then bore away for the Gold Farrow Light
We'll rant and we'll roar like true Gilden sailors,
We'll range and we'll roam over all the salt seas,
Until we strike soundings on the shores of Gold Farrow,
From Libbido to the Gold Sea 'tis thirty-five leagues.
Now the signal it was made for the Gold Fleet to anchor,
All on the Downs that night for to meet;
Then stand by your stoppers,
see clear your shank-painters,
Haul all your clew garnets,
stick out tacks and sheets.
We'll rant and we'll roar like true Gilden sailors,
We'll range and we'll roam over all the salt seas,
Until we strike soundings on the shores of Gold Farrow,
From Libbido to the Gold Sea 'tis thirty-five leagues.
Now let every man drink up his full bottle,
Let every man drink up his full bowl;
For we will be jolly and drown melancholy,
With a health to each jovial and true-hearted soul.
We'll rant and we'll roar like true Gilden sailors,
We'll range and we'll roam over all the salt seas,
Until we strike soundings on the shores of Gold Farrow,
From Libbido to the Gold Sea 'tis thirty-five leagues."
Barrett Brine Erickson
Knight of Golden Farrow
