Spoiler: Space Shanties for the Royal Manticorian Navy?

ChiefPete wrote:

mangyfur wrote:
Mange, <For two platters of shrimp and some celery I could re-arrange some light furniture. As for the airlock, what part of ON THE BEACH gives you the most trouble. I suggest you get writing before he gets a copy of Blow the Man Down or A Roving to mutilate. Now if you want to buy cooperation from this treecat we have to talk shrimp and celery egg-rolls don't you know a Chinese cook or are they all Italian and Portuguese in Bean-Town? Perhaps some nice creamy clam and celery chowder? Oops got to run the Chief just got out of the head.>

Mange: If Pokermind gets those two chantie that won't be to bad, I think, but if he gets hold of A Bottle of Rum I think I would cringe. As for being on the beach I know that, thought you might have lived on a space station!
As for Italian and Portuguese don't eat to much of that and I as to Bean-town no way I was stationed there and there's only one place worse and that's northern NJ, I'm talking mostly drivers here. (Stationed at Sandy Hook,NJ).
Now to the Chinese cuisine, I had that Last night including egg rolls, so you think we can make a deal.

By the way I live in NH in the start of the lakes region by the Maine border. We get lobstah here.

The Chief

Wikipedia wrote:
BLOW THE MAN DOWN
A sea shanty:

Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down
Way aye blow the man down
Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow him away
Give me some time to blow the man down!

As I was a walking down Paradise Street
Way aye blow the man down
A pretty young damsel I chanced for to meet.
Give me some time to blow the man down!

Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down
Way aye blow the man down
Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow him away
Give me some time to blow the man down!

She was round in the counter and bluff in the bow,
Way aye blow the man down
So I took in all sail and cried, "Way enough now."
Give me some time to blow the man down!

Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down
Way aye blow the man down
Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow him away
Give me some time to blow the man down!

So I tailed her my flipper and took her in tow
Way aye blow the man down
And yardarm to yardarm away we did go.
Give me some time to blow the man down!

Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down
Way aye blow the man down
Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow him away
Give me some time to blow the man down!

But as we were going she said unto me
Way aye blow the man down
There's a spanking full-rigger just ready for sea.
Give me some time to blow the man down!

Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down
Way aye blow the man down
Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow him away
Give me some time to blow the man down!

But as soon as that packet was clear of the bar
Way aye blow the man down
The mate knocked me down with the end of a spar.
Give me some time to blow the man down!

Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down
Way aye blow the man down
Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow him away
Give me some time to blow the man down!

It's starboard and larboard on deck you will sprawl
Way aye blow the man down
For Kicking Jack Williams commands the Black Ball.
Give me some time to blow the man down!

Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down
Way aye blow the man down
Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow him away
Give me some time to blow the man down!

So I give you fair warning before we belay,
Way aye blow the man down
Don't ever take heed of what pretty girls say.
Give me some time to blow the man down!

Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down
Way aye blow the man down
Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow him away
Give me some time to blow the man down!
References in the lyrics
Paradise Street is a street in Liverpool, England that was frequented by sailors whose ships had docked at the port. A traditional explanation of its origins is that the Black Ballers were fast packet ships of the American Black Ball Line that sailed between New York and Liverpool towards the end of the 19th century.
Sailors reached America about 4 weeks after leaving Liverpool and returned about 3 weeks later. The speedy journey meant that sailors were paid earlier than those on other lines making the Black Ball ships very popular.
Sailors were regularly beaten on these ships and being "blown down" was a man on the deck floor as a result

pokermind wrote:
For those who don't know the tune:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FLYLO_T5YFo

What'll we do with a Drunken Spacer
By Poker Mind and Mangy Fur

What'll we do with a drunken spacer,
What'll we do with a drunken spacer,
What'll we do with a drunken spacer,
Earl-aye in the morning.

We'll keep him from the zero-G core,
We'll keep him from the zero-G core,
We'll keep him from the zero-G core,
Earl-aye in the morning.

Weigh heigh and down the core,
Weigh heigh and down the core,
Weigh heigh and down the core,
Earl-aye in the morning.

Shave his belly with a power-drained vibro-razor,
Shave his belly with a power-drained vibro-razor,
Shave his belly with a power-drained vibro-razor,
Earl-aye in the morning.

Weigh heigh and down the core
Weigh heigh and down the core
Weigh heigh and down the core
Earl-aye in the morning.

Put 'im in the brig with a drunken spacecat,
Put 'im in the brig with a drunken spacecat,
Put 'im in the brig with a drunken spacecat,
Earl-aye in the morning.

Weigh heigh and down the core,
Weigh heigh and down the core,
Weigh heigh and down the core,
Earl-aye in the morning.

Truss him up with a runnin' bowline,
Truss him up with a runnin' bowline,
Truss him up with a runnin' bowline,
Earl-aye in the morning.

Weigh heigh and down the core,
Weigh heigh and down the core,
Weigh heigh and down the core,
Earl-aye in the morning.

Hide 'im in an Emergency pod,
Hide 'im in an Emergency pod,
Hide 'im in an Emergency pod,
Earl-aye in the morning.

Weigh heigh and down the core,
Weigh heigh and down the core,
Weigh heigh and down the core,
Earl-aye in the morning.


Put 'im in bed with the Admiral's treecat,
Put 'im in bed with the Admiral's treecat,
Put 'im in bed with the Admiral's treecat,
Earl-aye in the morning.

Weigh heigh and down the core,
Weigh heigh and down the core,
Weigh heigh and down the core,
Earl-aye in the morning.

That's what we'll do with a drunken spacer,
That's what we'll do with a drunken spacer,
That's what we'll do with a drunken spacer,
Earl-aye in the morning.

What do you do with a drunken Spacecat?
by: Spacecat First Mangy Fur

<What'll we do with a drunken spacecat,>
<What'll we do with a drunken spacecat,>
<What'll we do with a drunken spacecat,>
<Earl-aye in the morning?>

<We'll tie his paws spread eagle,>
<We'll tie his paws spread eagle,>
<We'll tie his paws spread eagle,>
<Earl-aye in the morning?>

<Weigh heigh and down the air-duct>
<Weigh heigh and down the air-duct>
<Weigh heigh and down the air-duct>
<Earl-aye in the morning>

<We'll feed him celery until he bursts,>
<We'll feed him celery until he bursts,>
<We'll feed him celery until he bursts,>
<Earl-aye in the morning?>

<Weigh heigh and down the air-duct>
<Weigh heigh and down the air-duct>
<Weigh heigh and down the air-duct>
<Earl-aye in the morning>


<Give him all the shrimp and celery egg-rolls he wants,>
<Give him all the shrimp and celery egg-rolls he wants,>
<Give him all the shrimp and celery egg-rolls he wants,>
<Earl-aye in the morning?>

<Weigh heigh and down the air-duct>
<Weigh heigh and down the air-duct>
<Weigh heigh and down the air-duct>
<Earl-aye in the morning>

<Give him some more shrimp and celery egg-rolls,>
<Give him some more shrimp and celery egg-rolls,>
<Give him some more shrimp and celery egg-rolls,>
<Earl-aye in the morning?>

<Weigh heigh and down the air-duct>
<Weigh heigh and down the air-duct>
<Weigh heigh and down the air-duct>
<Earl-aye in the morning>

<Give him even more shrimp and celery egg-rolls,>
<Give him even more shrimp and celery egg-rolls,>
<Give him even more shrimp and celery egg-rolls,>
<Earl-aye in the morning?>

<Weigh heigh and down the air-duct>
<Weigh heigh and down the air-duct>
<Weigh heigh and down the air-duct>
<Earl-aye in the morning>

<Put him in bed with a full belly,>
<Put him in bed with a full belly,>
<Put him in bed with a full belly,>
<Earl-aye in the morning?>

<Weigh heigh and down the air-duct>
<Weigh heigh and down the air-duct>
<Weigh heigh and down the air-duct>
<Earl-aye in the morning>

<That's what we do with a drunken Spacecat,>
<That's what we do with a drunken Spacecat,>
<That's what we do with a drunken Spacecat,>
<Earl-aye in the morning

[Snip sign out]

Hutch wrote:

pokermind wrote: If my posts are smotherning the site PM me and tell me to knock it off, and I will, well for a while!

Sorry to hear about your sight--hope it doesn't continue to deteriorate.

Nah, it's just that they seemed to be bunched and since you have the time and motivation, you get more in than many of us. But you know the topic, you enjoy the give and take, so for my .02 cents, keep on posting.

Now, as for the topic, I'm not good on Shanties, but there are a couple 'seafaring' songs I've tried to adapt to the Honorverse. Many here probably have not heard them before, so I'm attaching You Tube performances that you can listen to first.

ONE: Ghosts of Cape Horn by Gordon Lightfoot. This is about, as you might guess, the sailors and ships lost in the rounding of Cape Horn through the centuries.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0VYC4eie2kU

So I adapted it to the Sachsen Wave, which also claimed it's share of ships:

All around the Sachsen Wave
Ships of the wall, ships of the brave
Those who knew they’d never be saved
They are the ghosts of the Sachsen Wave
Fal deral da riddle de rum
With a rim dim diddy
And a rum dum dum
Hypering out beyond the grave
They are the ghosts of the Sachsen Wave

See them all in sad repair
Demons dance everywhere
Gravity gales, tattered sails
And none to tell the tales

Come all of you rustic old space dogs
Who follow the great Southern Cross
You were riding the wave
The G’s ne’er forgave
When ya lost 'er one day
And you read all yer letters
From far systems away
Then you took them to the vacuum t’ween the stars

All around the Sachsen Wave
Ships of the wall, ships of the brave
Those who knew they’d never be saved
They are the ghosts of the Sachsen Wave
Fal deral da riddle de rum
With a rim dim diddy
And a rum dum dum
Hypering out beyond the grave
They are the ghosts of the Sachsen Wave

So come all you old space dogs from Gryphon
San Martin, Sphinx and the ‘Core
You were caught by the chance
Of a spacer’s last dance
It was not meant to be
And ya read all yer letters
Cried spacedock farewell
Then you took them to the vacuum t’ween the stars

All around the Sachsen Wave
Ships of the wall, ships of the brave
Those who knew they’d never be saved
They are the ghosts of the Sachsen Wave
Fal deral da riddle de rum
With a rim dim diddy
And a rum dum dum
Hypering out beyond the grave
They are the ghosts of the Sachsen Wave


Second is in the next message

Hutch wrote:OK, the Second one is called Northwest Passage by another Canadian named Stan Rogers, and about the efforts by men in the 1800's to find a sea route via Northwest passage above Canada--and the men, like Franklin, who died in the attempt.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVY8LoM47xI

I adapted it to the time in history where the Hyperdrive was developed and perfected.



CHORUS: Ah, for just one time I would take the Hyper Passage
To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the distant stars;
Tracing one warm line through a void so wild and savage
And make a Hyper Passage to the stars.

Starward from the System edge 'tis there 'twas said to lie
The space route to the Galaxy for which so many died;
Seeking gold and glory, left their atoms in the rift
And a long-forgotten story as their gift. CHORUS

Six centuries thereafter, I take passage thru the Black
Following brave Kelso, where he went and ne’er came back
Watching systems rise before me, then behind me sink again
This tardiest explorer, driving hard through the star lanes. CHORUS

And through the night, looking out the dome, my children at my breast
I think upon Joe Buckley, Warshawski and the rest
Who cracked the lightspeed ramparts and did show a path to ours
To race the roaring Grav-waves to the stars. CHORUS

How then am I so different from the first ones through this way?
Like them, I left a settled life, I threw it all away.
To seek a Hyper Passage beyond the farthest land
To find there but the road back home again. CHORUS

Hutch wrote:Number three was unplanned, but when I found the "Northwest Passage" by Stan rogers, I also noted he had done a song called "Barrett's Privateers", about Canadians during the War of 1812--and it was such a great song, I had to adapt it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UMV34CwN ... re=related

In this case I made them Silesians, it seemed like a likely place where privateers would be found.


Oh, the year was 1858,
( "How I wish I was in Posnan now!")
A letter of marque came from the Green
To the scummiest vessel I’d ever seen.


(CHORUS)
Goddamn them all!
I was told we’d cruise the stars for Mantie gold.
We’d fire no guns, shed no tears.
I’m a broken man on a Halifax pier,
The last of Barrett’s Privateers.


Well, Elcid Barrett cried the town
( "How I wish I was in Posnan now!")
For forty brave crew all spacers who
Would make for him the "Antelope’s" crew

(REPEAT CHORUS)

The "Antelope’s" sloop was a sickening sight
( "How I wish I was in Posnan now!")
Her impellers were old and her sail in rags
And the cook in the scuppers with the staggers and jags

(REPEAT CHORUS)

On Founder’s birthday we put to space
("How I wish I was in Posnan now!")
It was fifty one days to the Chalice way
Working like madmen night and day

(REPEAT CHORUS)

On the seventy-sixth day we sailed again
( "How I wish I was in Posnan now!")
When a bloody great Mantie hove in sight
With our cracked four lasers we made to fight.

(REPEAT CHORUS)

The Mantie lay low down with gold
("How I wish I was in Posnan now!")
She was broad and fat and slow to phase
But to catch her took the Antelope two whole days.

(REPEAT CHORUS)

Then at length we stood 40K away
( "How I wish I was in Posnan now!")
Our cracked four lasers made an awful din
But with one tractored LAC the Manti stove us in

(REPEAT CHORUS)

The Antelope shook and pitched on her side
( "How I wish I was in Posnan now!")
Well Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs
And the grazer carried off both me legs.

(REPEAT CHORUS)

So here I sit in my twenty-third year
( "How I wish I was in Posnan now!")
It’s been six years since I hypered away
And I just made Halifax yesterday

(REPEAT CHORUS)



Hope you enjoyed the Music.

pokermind wrote:Tweaked the song a bit, removed some words from the chorus to make flow smother.

If you don't know the tune here is what the original song sounds like:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PZfYtCLA23s

The Beowulfian Ladies:
By CPO Poker Mind and SCF Mangy Fur


Farewell and adieu to you, Beowulfian Ladies,
Farewell and adieu to you, ladies of Beowulf;
For we've received orders for to sail for old Manticore,
But we hope in a short time to see you once more.

We will rant and we'll roar like true Manti sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar all across space once more.
Until we strike in the orbit of old Manticore;
From Beowulf to Sphinx is a hundred light years and more.

We hove our ship to with the worm hole sou'west, boys
We hove our ship to, deep sorrow at the sight;
'Twas forty-five days since the treacherous attack,
So we squared our shoulders revenge for to take.

We will rant and we'll roar like true Manti sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar all across space once more.
Until we strike in the orbit of old Manticore;
From Beowulf to Sphinx is a hundred light years and more.

The first land we sighted was the ruin of Hephaestus,
The Ruin of Yalta Crossing, Black Water Clan and Treecat innocence;
We sailed by smoking Hephaestus, by the ruined yards, and O'l Landing
We assumed stationary orbit over Old Landing to await the Bastards.

We will rant and we'll roar like true Manti sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar all across space once more.
Until we strike in the orbit of old Manticore;
From Beowulf to Sphinx is a hundred light years and more.

Then the signal was made for the grand fleet to fight,
And all hoped the enemy would surrender in the light,
But the missiles let go and ours in answer in a show stopper,
All spacers must cry at the carnage, the wrecked fleet a sight,

We will rant and we'll roar like true Manti sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar all across space once more.
Until we strike in the orbit of old Manticore;
From Beowulf to Sphinx is a hundred light years and more.

Now let ev'ry man drink off his full bumper,
And let ev'ry man drink off his full glass;
We'll drink and be jolly and drown melancholy,
And here's to the health of each true-hearted lass. (or 'soul')

We will rant and we'll roar like true Manti sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar all across space once more.
Until we strike in the orbit of old Manticore;
From Beowulf to Sphinx is a hundred light years and more.

Gentle-beings, the Queen:

CPO Poker Mind SOB = Squid On Beach, and Mangy Fur the Smart Alick Spacecat First.

Mange, <Chief, now that we have a multi-species navy, 'Gentlebeings the Queen,' is a much better toast.>

pokermind wrote:
For those who don't know the tune:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FLYLO_T5YFo

What'll we do with a Drunken Spacer
By Poker Mind and Mangy Fur

What'll we do with a drunken spacer,
What'll we do with a drunken spacer,
What'll we do with a drunken spacer,
Earl-aye in the morning.

We'll keep him from the zero-G core,
We'll keep him from the zero-G core,
We'll keep him from the zero-G core,
Earl-aye in the morning.

Weigh heigh and down the core,
Weigh heigh and down the core,
Weigh heigh and down the core,
Earl-aye in the morning.

Shave his belly with a power-drained vibro-razor,
Shave his belly with a power-drained vibro-razor,
Shave his belly with a power-drained vibro-razor,
Earl-aye in the morning.

Weigh heigh and down the core
Weigh heigh and down the core
Weigh heigh and down the core
Earl-aye in the morning.

Put 'im in the brig with a drunken spacecat,
Put 'im in the brig with a drunken spacecat,
Put 'im in the brig with a drunken spacecat,
Earl-aye in the morning.

Weigh heigh and down the core,
Weigh heigh and down the core,
Weigh heigh and down the core,
Earl-aye in the morning.

Truss him up with a runnin' bowline,
Truss him up with a runnin' bowline,
Truss him up with a runnin' bowline,
Earl-aye in the morning.

Weigh heigh and down the core,
Weigh heigh and down the core,
Weigh heigh and down the core,
Earl-aye in the morning.

Hide 'im in an Emergency pod,
Hide 'im in an Emergency pod,
Hide 'im in an Emergency pod,
Earl-aye in the morning.

Weigh heigh and down the core,
Weigh heigh and down the core,
Weigh heigh and down the core,
Earl-aye in the morning.


Put 'im in bed with the Admiral's treecat,
Put 'im in bed with the Admiral's treecat,
Put 'im in bed with the Admiral's treecat,
Earl-aye in the morning.

Weigh heigh and down the core,
Weigh heigh and down the core,
Weigh heigh and down the core,
Earl-aye in the morning.

That's what we'll do with a drunken spacer,
That's what we'll do with a drunken spacer,
That's what we'll do with a drunken spacer,
Earl-aye in the morning.

What do you do with a drunken Spacecat?
by: Spacecat First Mangy Fur

<What'll we do with a drunken spacecat,>
<What'll we do with a drunken spacecat,>
<What'll we do with a drunken spacecat,>
<Earl-aye in the morning?>

<We'll tie his paws spread eagle,>
<We'll tie his paws spread eagle,>
<We'll tie his paws spread eagle,>
<Earl-aye in the morning?>

<Weigh heigh and down the air-duct>
<Weigh heigh and down the air-duct>
<Weigh heigh and down the air-duct>
<Earl-aye in the morning>

<We'll feed him celery until he bursts,>
<We'll feed him celery until he bursts,>
<We'll feed him celery until he bursts,>
<Earl-aye in the morning?>

<Weigh heigh and down the air-duct>
<Weigh heigh and down the air-duct>
<Weigh heigh and down the air-duct>
<Earl-aye in the morning>


<Give him all the shrimp and celery egg-rolls he wants,>
<Give him all the shrimp and celery egg-rolls he wants,>
<Give him all the shrimp and celery egg-rolls he wants,>
<Earl-aye in the morning?>

<Weigh heigh and down the air-duct>
<Weigh heigh and down the air-duct>
<Weigh heigh and down the air-duct>
<Earl-aye in the morning>

<Give him some more shrimp and celery egg-rolls,>
<Give him some more shrimp and celery egg-rolls,>
<Give him some more shrimp and celery egg-rolls,>
<Earl-aye in the morning?>

<Weigh heigh and down the air-duct>
<Weigh heigh and down the air-duct>
<Weigh heigh and down the air-duct>
<Earl-aye in the morning>

<Give him even more shrimp and celery egg-rolls,>
<Give him even more shrimp and celery egg-rolls,>
<Give him even more shrimp and celery egg-rolls,>
<Earl-aye in the morning?>

<Weigh heigh and down the air-duct>
<Weigh heigh and down the air-duct>
<Weigh heigh and down the air-duct>
<Earl-aye in the morning>

<Put him in bed with a full belly,>
<Put him in bed with a full belly,>
<Put him in bed with a full belly,>
<Earl-aye in the morning?>

<Weigh heigh and down the air-duct>
<Weigh heigh and down the air-duct>
<Weigh heigh and down the air-duct>
<Earl-aye in the morning>

<That's what we do with a drunken Spacecat,>
<That's what we do with a drunken Spacecat,>
<That's what we do with a drunken Spacecat,>
<Earl-aye in the morning

[Snip sign out]

Hutch wrote:

pokermind wrote: If my posts are smotherning the site PM me and tell me to knock it off, and I will, well for a while!

Sorry to hear about your sight--hope it doesn't continue to deteriorate.

Nah, it's just that they seemed to be bunched and since you have the time and motivation, you get more in than many of us. But you know the topic, you enjoy the give and take, so for my .02 cents, keep on posting.

Now, as for the topic, I'm not good on Shanties, but there are a couple 'seafaring' songs I've tried to adapt to the Honorverse. Many here probably have not heard them before, so I'm attaching You Tube performances that you can listen to first.

ONE: Ghosts of Cape Horn by Gordon Lightfoot. This is about, as you might guess, the sailors and ships lost in the rounding of Cape Horn through the centuries.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0VYC4eie2kU

So I adapted it to the Sachsen Wave, which also claimed it's share of ships:

All around the Sachsen Wave
Ships of the wall, ships of the brave
Those who knew they’d never be saved
They are the ghosts of the Sachsen Wave
Fal deral da riddle de rum
With a rim dim diddy
And a rum dum dum
Hypering out beyond the grave
They are the ghosts of the Sachsen Wave

See them all in sad repair
Demons dance everywhere
Gravity gales, tattered sails
And none to tell the tales

Come all of you rustic old space dogs
Who follow the great Southern Cross
You were riding the wave
The G’s ne’er forgave
When ya lost 'er one day
And you read all yer letters
From far systems away
Then you took them to the vacuum t’ween the stars

All around the Sachsen Wave
Ships of the wall, ships of the brave
Those who knew they’d never be saved
They are the ghosts of the Sachsen Wave
Fal deral da riddle de rum
With a rim dim diddy
And a rum dum dum
Hypering out beyond the grave
They are the ghosts of the Sachsen Wave

So come all you old space dogs from Gryphon
San Martin, Sphinx and the ‘Core
You were caught by the chance
Of a spacer’s last dance
It was not meant to be
And ya read all yer letters
Cried spacedock farewell
Then you took them to the vacuum t’ween the stars

All around the Sachsen Wave
Ships of the wall, ships of the brave
Those who knew they’d never be saved
They are the ghosts of the Sachsen Wave
Fal deral da riddle de rum
With a rim dim diddy
And a rum dum dum
Hypering out beyond the grave
They are the ghosts of the Sachsen Wave


Second is in the next message

Hutch wrote:OK, the Second one is called Northwest Passage by another Canadian named Stan Rogers, and about the efforts by men in the 1800's to find a sea route via Northwest passage above Canada--and the men, like Franklin, who died in the attempt.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVY8LoM47xI

I adapted it to the time in history where the Hyperdrive was developed and perfected.



CHORUS: Ah, for just one time I would take the Hyper Passage
To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the distant stars;
Tracing one warm line through a void so wild and savage
And make a Hyper Passage to the stars.

Starward from the System edge 'tis there 'twas said to lie
The space route to the Galaxy for which so many died;
Seeking gold and glory, left their atoms in the rift
And a long-forgotten story as their gift. CHORUS

Six centuries thereafter, I take passage thru the Black
Following brave Kelso, where he went and ne’er came back
Watching systems rise before me, then behind me sink again
This tardiest explorer, driving hard through the star lanes. CHORUS

And through the night, looking out the dome, my children at my breast
I think upon Joe Buckley, Warshawski and the rest
Who cracked the lightspeed ramparts and did show a path to ours
To race the roaring Grav-waves to the stars. CHORUS

How then am I so different from the first ones through this way?
Like them, I left a settled life, I threw it all away.
To seek a Hyper Passage beyond the farthest land
To find there but the road back home again. CHORUS

Hutch wrote:Number three was unplanned, but when I found the "Northwest Passage" by Stan rogers, I also noted he had done a song called "Barrett's Privateers", about Canadians during the War of 1812--and it was such a great song, I had to adapt it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UMV34CwN ... re=related

In this case I made them Silesians, it seemed like a likely place where privateers would be found.


Oh, the year was 1858,
( "How I wish I was in Posnan now!")
A letter of marque came from the Green
To the scummiest vessel I’d ever seen.


(CHORUS)
Goddamn them all!
I was told we’d cruise the stars for Mantie gold.
We’d fire no guns, shed no tears.
I’m a broken man on a Halifax pier,
The last of Barrett’s Privateers.


Well, Elcid Barrett cried the town
( "How I wish I was in Posnan now!")
For forty brave crew all spacers who
Would make for him the "Antelope’s" crew

(REPEAT CHORUS)

The "Antelope’s" sloop was a sickening sight
( "How I wish I was in Posnan now!")
Her impellers were old and her sail in rags
And the cook in the scuppers with the staggers and jags

(REPEAT CHORUS)

On Founder’s birthday we put to space
("How I wish I was in Posnan now!")
It was fifty one days to the Chalice way
Working like madmen night and day

(REPEAT CHORUS)

On the seventy-sixth day we sailed again
( "How I wish I was in Posnan now!")
When a bloody great Mantie hove in sight
With our cracked four lasers we made to fight.

(REPEAT CHORUS)

The Mantie lay low down with gold
("How I wish I was in Posnan now!")
She was broad and fat and slow to phase
But to catch her took the Antelope two whole days.

(REPEAT CHORUS)

Then at length we stood 40K away
( "How I wish I was in Posnan now!")
Our cracked four lasers made an awful din
But with one tractored LAC the Manti stove us in

(REPEAT CHORUS)

The Antelope shook and pitched on her side
( "How I wish I was in Posnan now!")
Well Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs
And the grazer carried off both me legs.

(REPEAT CHORUS)

So here I sit in my twenty-third year
( "How I wish I was in Posnan now!")
It’s been six years since I hypered away
And I just made Halifax yesterday

(REPEAT CHORUS)



Hope you enjoyed the Music.

pokermind wrote:Tweaked the song a bit, removed some words from the chorus to make flow smother.

If you don't know the tune here is what the original song sounds like:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PZfYtCLA23s

The Beowulfian Ladies:
By CPO Poker Mind and SCF Mangy Fur


Farewell and adieu to you, Beowulfian Ladies,
Farewell and adieu to you, ladies of Beowulf;
For we've received orders for to sail for old Manticore,
But we hope in a short time to see you once more.

We will rant and we'll roar like true Manti sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar all across space once more.
Until we strike in the orbit of old Manticore;
From Beowulf to Sphinx is a hundred light years and more.

We hove our ship to with the worm hole sou'west, boys
We hove our ship to, deep sorrow at the sight;
'Twas forty-five days since the treacherous attack,
So we squared our shoulders revenge for to take.

We will rant and we'll roar like true Manti sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar all across space once more.
Until we strike in the orbit of old Manticore;
From Beowulf to Sphinx is a hundred light years and more.

The first land we sighted was the ruin of Hephaestus,
The Ruin of Yalta Crossing, Black Water Clan and Treecat innocence;
We sailed by smoking Hephaestus, by the ruined yards, and O'l Landing
We assumed stationary orbit over Old Landing to await the Bastards.

We will rant and we'll roar like true Manti sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar all across space once more.
Until we strike in the orbit of old Manticore;
From Beowulf to Sphinx is a hundred light years and more.

Then the signal was made for the grand fleet to fight,
And all hoped the enemy would surrender in the light,
But the missiles let go and ours in answer in a show stopper,
All spacers must cry at the carnage, the wrecked fleet a sight,

We will rant and we'll roar like true Manti sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar all across space once more.
Until we strike in the orbit of old Manticore;
From Beowulf to Sphinx is a hundred light years and more.

Now let ev'ry man drink off his full bumper,
And let ev'ry man drink off his full glass;
We'll drink and be jolly and drown melancholy,
And here's to the health of each true-hearted lass. (or 'soul')

We will rant and we'll roar like true Manti sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar all across space once more.
Until we strike in the orbit of old Manticore;
From Beowulf to Sphinx is a hundred light years and more.

Some others that might be changed, or not for the Honorverse:

Whisky for my Johny:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YPOcx59qmlw

Heave away Johny:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lkFDumCUYXM&feature=related

Wikipedia wrote:
BLOW THE MAN DOWN
A sea shanty:

Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down
Way aye blow the man down
Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow him away
Give me some time to blow the man down!

As I was a walking down Paradise Street
Way aye blow the man down
A pretty young damsel I chanced for to meet.
Give me some time to blow the man down!

Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down
Way aye blow the man down
Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow him away
Give me some time to blow the man down!

She was round in the counter and bluff in the bow,
Way aye blow the man down
So I took in all sail and cried, "Way enough now."
Give me some time to blow the man down!

Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down
Way aye blow the man down
Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow him away
Give me some time to blow the man down!

So I tailed her my flipper and took her in tow
Way aye blow the man down
And yardarm to yardarm away we did go.
Give me some time to blow the man down!

Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down
Way aye blow the man down
Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow him away
Give me some time to blow the man down!

But as we were going she said unto me
Way aye blow the man down
There's a spanking full-rigger just ready for sea.
Give me some time to blow the man down!

Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down
Way aye blow the man down
Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow him away
Give me some time to blow the man down!

But as soon as that packet was clear of the bar
Way aye blow the man down
The mate knocked me down with the end of a spar.
Give me some time to blow the man down!

Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down
Way aye blow the man down
Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow him away
Give me some time to blow the man down!

It's starboard and larboard on deck you will sprawl
Way aye blow the man down
For Kicking Jack Williams commands the Black Ball.
Give me some time to blow the man down!

Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down
Way aye blow the man down
Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow him away
Give me some time to blow the man down!

So I give you fair warning before we belay,
Way aye blow the man down
Don't ever take heed of what pretty girls say.
Give me some time to blow the man down!

Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down
Way aye blow the man down
Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow him away
Give me some time to blow the man down!
References in the lyrics
Paradise Street is a street in Liverpool, England that was frequented by sailors whose ships had docked at the port. A traditional explanation of its origins is that the Black Ballers were fast packet ships of the American Black Ball Line that sailed between New York and Liverpool towards the end of the 19th century.
Sailors reached America about 4 weeks after leaving Liverpool and returned about 3 weeks later. The speedy journey meant that sailors were paid earlier than those on other lines making the Black Ball ships very popular.
Sailors were regularly beaten on these ships and being "blown down" was a man on the deck floor as a result