A little shanty of an olden tale of a couple of women of yore. Grab a cup 'o grog and join in with me mates.
Lyrics:
The Shanty of Molly’s Temptin’ Tide
(Verse 1)
Ho, me lads, come sing a rogue’s delight,
Of a lass named Molly, in the dead of night!
Her man sailed off to Cincinnati’s shore,
With their wee lass, through the tempest’s roar.
A wreck they struck, by the devil’s own hand,
Molly got leave to reach that distant land.
I was sent to her quarters, her bags to stow,
But the winds of mischief set my heart aglow! (Chorus)
Heave ho, lads, on the sofa I did bide!
(Aye, aye, Captain, let the sails fly wide!)
Molly packed her gear, but her thoughts did roam!
(Oh, Molly, sweet Molly, don’t leave him alone!) (Verse 2)
To her cabin we went, just us two in the calm,
I lounged on her sofa, feelin’ devilish charm.
The air was a-stir with a dangerous spark,
Two souls alone in the gathering dark.
She later confessed, as she folded her wares,
Her heart was a-racin’ up those creaky stairs.
Oh, the chance was ours, with none to decree,
A moment to seize on that wild, open sea! (Chorus)
Heave ho, lads, on the sofa I did bide!
(Aye, aye, Captain, let the sails fly wide!)
Molly packed her gear, but her thoughts did roam!
(Oh, Molly, sweet Molly, don’t leave him alone!) (Verse 3)
Back at the port, where the gossip runs free,
Molly told Kitty of our jaunt by the sea.
“He took me home, packed my bags in a gust,
To the airport he rowed, no bother, no fuss!”
But Kitty, sharp lass, with a squint and a jeer,
Cried, “You let him in your cabin, my dear?”
For by then, sweet Molly had opened her hold,
Not just her door, but her heart, truth be told! (Chorus)
Heave ho, lads, on the sofa I did bide!
(Aye, aye, Captain, let the sails fly wide!)
Molly packed her gear, but her thoughts did roam!
(Oh, Molly, sweet Molly, don’t leave him alone!) (Bridge)
Now if I spied Kitty by the tavern’s old beam,
I’d wink and I’d holler, “Lass, you know what I mean!
Not just her cabin, nor her heart’s sweet embrace,
Molly let me sail to a far warmer place!”
The seas may churn, and the gales may wail,
But Molly and me, we rode a spicier gale.
So raise up your tankards to that day’s wild spree,
When a sofa and longing rocked the deep sea! (Final Chorus)
Heave ho, lads, on the sofa I did bide!
(Aye, aye, Captain, let the sails fly wide!)
Molly packed her gear, but her thoughts did roam!
(Oh, Molly, sweet Molly, don’t leave him alone!)
Aye, Kitty, sharp Kitty, with your gossip so sly,
She let me in her cabin—and her heart by and by!
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