A Sea Shanty for Anna Dauzzano da Siracusa
Posted in Events, Reenactment, Entertainment on June 15th, 2009 by Ang(Written by a friend of mine in the Midrealm.)
Against my better judgment lads, I’ve parch-a-ment and ink
I can’t resist the Muses call after having ale to drink
And how the Muse does stir me in her garb of Turkish men,
shouting orders to her crew from the bowsprit at the stem.
Hi did de doe, across the waves we go,
But one can’t plant their wild oats,
When there’s no tilled earth to sow.
The hull is filled with silken goods of such amazing worth,
But not a single thread compares to the Captain in her berth.
Although I have nae seen it, I know that it is true,
For every night I dream it and wake to the morning dew.
Hi did de doe, across the waves we go,
But one can’t plant their wild oats,
When there’s no tilled earth to sow.
For who would stand and say to one of Siracusian stock,
“Let us retire to your cabin for a game of hen and cock?”
And though I have no fear to swim - there is no land in sight,
much like the chance that I may win my desire in the night.
Hi did de doe, across the waves we go,
But one can’t plant their wild oats,
When there’s no tilled earth to sow.
Instead I drink another cup and write another line,
and wonder if upon this trip, I’ll ever find the time,
or courage to approach the Lady who commands the seas
and ask her if she has the time to teach a bit to me.
Hi did de doe, across the waves we go,
How can one plant those wild oats,
When there’s no tilled earth to sow?
- Lewys ap Deykin
Anno Societatis XLIV
Somewhere on the Open Seas

