Not only do I fully admit that this is most certainly not based upon my
own work. However the editations are most certainly mine.

Sing along everyone!

ARISE! ye sailors from your slumbers
Arise ye credit buyers of bound
for reason to prepare now funders
and at last ends the age to flound
Away with all your level three cannons
Sailor mateys arise, arise
We'll change henceforth the old tradition.
And buy and bust,drinking up to the eyes!

So commodores, come rally
And the last light let us face
The all encompassing hangover unites the mortal race.
So commodores, come rally
And the last light let us face
The all encompassing hangover unites the mortal race.

No more deluded by illusions
On tenebrus only we'll make war
The seamen too will take sober action
They'll break ranks and drink no more
And if those teetotallers keep trying
To sacrifice us to their kawhe
They soon shall hear the sea cusses flying
We'll board the wagon and kill their horsey!



--Finchy



Penned by my hand on the 17th of Phaestian, in the year 456 AF.