When I was but a lad I met a lass
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A sailor chantey from my epic poem "As Ever Like the Sun & Moon at War" on Wattpad.

When I was but a lad I met a lass

When I was but a lad I met a lass excoriated me for bein’ crass

When I was but a lad I met a lass excoriated me for bein’ crass and who, I did retort, had too much sass,

When I was but a lad I met a lass excoriated me for bein’ crass and who, I did retort, had too much sass, to which she call’d me naught-producin’ bum!

But passin’ time’s like washin’ hands in gloves;

But passin’ time’s like washin’ hands in gloves; it makes no sense! And so we fell in love

But passin’ time’s like washin’ hands in gloves; it makes no sense! And so we fell in love and married on the Sea, blue skies above

But passin’ time’s like washin’ hands in gloves; it makes no sense! And so we fell in love and married on the Sea, blue skies above to great vexation of her da and mum.

And now that she’d been made into me bride

And now that she’d been made into me bride she let me thrust me sabre twixt her thighs

And now that she’d been made into me bride she let me thrust me sabre twixt her thighs and O, I tell ye, brings a man to life

And now that she’d been made into me bride she let me thrust me sabre twixt her thighs and O, I tell ye, brings a man to life with passion of a thousand coming suns!

But seven months were past ere babe was born,

But seven months were past ere babe was born, which didn’t match when in her wharf I’d moor’d,

But seven months were past ere babe was born, which didn’t match when in her wharf I’d moor’d, alertin’ me I’d married to an whore

But seven months were past ere babe was born, which didn’t match when in her wharf I’d moor’d, alertin’ me I’d married to an whore whose babe look’d like the neighbour’d had his fun!

So now I sit in taverns and I jibe

So now I sit in taverns and I jibe with other men who come to sit inside

So now I sit in taverns and I jibe with other men who come to sit inside with stories much the same whilst we imbibe

So now I sit in taverns and I jibe with other men who come to sit inside with stories much the same whilst we imbibe and laugh about our lives to kegs of rum!

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