A Song from the Green Hollows: "The Boatwright's Daughter"

It's been so long since I've updated the dear old Wingfeather Saga page, I thought I'd share some of yesterday's work with you. I wrote this lyric for a scene in chapter five. The words are to be sung to an old Hollish whistleharp tune. Here it is in all its strange glory:

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THE BOATWRIGHT'S DAUGHTER

I'll come to you in the wintertime

When the fruit of the Fall is fading

I'll bring a barrel of apple wine

As long as your love is waiting

But oh! the sorrow a sailor sees

Whenever he meets your father

He's mean as a swarm of deadly bees

He'll cut off your legs right at the knees

It does no good to beg him please

To marry his only daughter

But I'll come to you in the spring of the year

When the bud and the bloom is growing

And I'll drive an ox to plow, my dear

And ready the field for sowing

But oh! the sorrow a sailor knows

Whenever he meets your father

He reeks of the sweat between his toes

The roaches gather wherever he goes

And never a man will ever propose

To marry his only daughter

Yet I'll come to you in the summertime

When the grass in the hollow is swaying

We'll nibble the grapes and clementines

And look at the children playing

But oh! the sorrow a sailor weeps

Whenever he meets your father

He picks his nose when he's asleep

He's big as a cow and smart as a sheep

I pray the Maker my soul to keep

I love his only daughter

So I'll come to you when I'm old and gray

I'll sail from over the water

I'll lay a rose at your father's grave

THEN I'll marry his only daughter