Swashbuckler’s Farewell

by Andrew King

Artwork by Liz Chiu


(To be sung, laughed and hollered by all present shamelessly and tunelessly, preferably with a frothing mug of a favorite drink to slosh and spill and share)

Farewell! Dear Rob, please fare thee well,

For sooth! You are strong and fair:

Who left your home and life, your town,

You brave, debonair corsair!

“Dear Rob, good God! You’ve brains my love,”

His mother did speak right clear,

“Don’t breathe that sweet adventure air!”

But Rob did go buccaneer.

From port to port and ship to shore,

He peddl’d his stolen goods.

“I come to you with treasures rare!”

He sold pilfer’d liv’lihoods.

Farewell! Dear Rob, please fare thee well,

For sooth! You are strong and fair:

Who left your home and life, your town,

You brave, debonair corsair!

On one gray morn came men with grief,

And lo! They did come for Rob.

They kill’t him dead and took him where

Sea creatures f’nish’d the job.

Bestowed by fish down undersea,

A gift, to the buccaneer:

His bones they pick’d and pick’d right bare,

Gold teeth did a death mask leer.

Farewell, dear Rob, please fare thee well,

For sooth, you should have ran.

Now dead in grave, a watr’y Hell,

The high seas highwayman.

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