On Shadowfax Pier · 8:09pm May 3rd, 2017
Oh, the year was 1378, HOW I WISH I WAS IN CLOUDSDALE NOW!
A letter of marque came from the Crown,
To the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen,
Celest' damn them all!
I was told we'd cruise the skies for Griffish gold bits
We'd fire no towns-shed no tears
Now I'm a broken mare on a Shadowfax pier
The last of Barley's Privateers.
Oh, Cracked Barley cried the town, HOW I WISH I WAS IN CLOUDSDALE NOW!
For twenty brave mares all weatherponies who
would make for that earth-pony his Jackelope's crew
Celest' damn them all!
I was told we'd cruise the skies for Griffish gold bits
We'd throw no cakes-shed no tears
Now I'm a broken mare on a Shadowfax pier
The last of Barley's Privateers.
The Jackelope sloop was a sickening sight,HOW I WISH I WAS IN CLOUDSDALE NOW!
Had a list to the rear and his airbag all in patch
And the cooks cack-hoofed with one the squint and the other a cast
Celest' damn them all!
I was told we'd cruise the skies for Griffish gold bits
We'd savage no lands-shed no tears
Now I'm a broken mare on a Shadowfax pier
The last of Barley's Privateers.
On th' Summer Sun we launched Jack high, HOW I WISH I WAS IN CLOUDSDALE NOW!
We struggled 41 days to Beakbreak Bay
Fillin' the bag like madponies all the way
Celest' damn them all!
I was told we'd cruise the skies for Griffish gold bits,
We'd fling no pies-shed no tears
Now I'm a broken mare on a Shadowfax pier
The last of Barley's Privateers.
On the 42nd day we flew again, HOW I WISH I WAS IN CLOUDSDALE NOW!
When a bloody great Corbie hove in sight
With our cracked quarter-tonners we made to fight
Celest' damn them all!
I was told we'd cruise the skies for Griffish gold bits
We'd fire no pasties-shed no tears
Now I'm a broken mare on a Shadowfax pier
The last of Barley's Privateers.
That Corbie lay low in her rig and bristled a bit, HOW I WISH I WAS IN CLOUDSDALE NOW!
She was squat and fat and sagged in the stays
But to catch her took the Jackelope two whole days
Celest' damn them all!
I was told we'd cruise the skies for Griffish gold bits
We'd burn no crusts-shed no tears
Now I'm a broken mare on a Shadowfax pier
The last of Barley's Privateers.
Then at length we stood two cables away, HOW I WISH I WAS IN CLOUDSDALE NOW!
Our cracked quarter-tonners baking a stinking mess
But with one Vollkornbrot the Corbie stove us in
Celest' damn them all!
I was told we'd cruise the skies for Griffish gold bits
We'd take no fire-shed no tears
Now I'm a broken mare on a Shadowfax pier
The last of Barley's Privateers.
The Jackalope bucked and flipped end for end, HOW I WISH I WAS IN CLOUDSDALE NOW!
Barley was flung off the deck by sheets cut astern
And the mainstay crushed my legs above th' pastern
Celest' damn them all!
I was told we'd cruise the skies for Griffish gold bits
We'd bleed no blood-shed no tears
Now I'm a broken mare on a Shadowfax pier
The last of Barley's Privateers.
So here I lay in my 23rd year, HOW I WISH I WAS IN CLOUDSDALE NOW!
It's been 2 years since we flew away
And I just made Shadowfax yesterday
Celest' damn them all!
I was told we'd cruise the skies for Griffish gold bits
We'd launch no cakes-shed no tears
Now I'm a broken mare on a Shadowfax pier
The last of Barley's Privateers.
If you do a aubrey maturin crossover my poor heart couldn't take it.
Arrrrrgh! Why can't I upvote this?!