Aim'Spirente
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- Misc
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- 15 cp
Someone has scrawled the lyrics to a traditional sailor shanty on this ragged scrap of paper.
"It is a fine three-master thin like a bird.
Heave-ho, Aim'Spirente!
Of Captain Parfitto, 's never said a hard word,
As we sail our troubles away.
Hold fast the helm, hold fast the wind.
Heave-ho, Aim'Spirente!
Ondra's grace, or we'll all be skinned
As we sail down Deadfire way
We've gone away long, left our loves behind.
Heave-ho, Aim'Spirente!
It caused me a sorrow most unkind.
While crossing down Deadfire way
They say in Deadfire the luminous grows
Heave-ho, Aim'Spirente!
And so that's where our brave ship goes,
To make our fortunes one day.
The next day on sail we back with cheers,
Heave-ho, Aim'Spirente!
On Spirento fair, we'll see our dears
And shower them with two months' pay!
Hold fast the course, hold fast the waves
Heave-ho, Aim'Spirente!
If we don't wind up in salty graves
We'll come back to Spirento someday!
It is a fine three-master thin like a bird.
Heave-ho, Aim'Spirente!
Of Captain Parfitto, 's never said a hard word,
As we sail our troubles away."