The Mariners Revenge Song but with emoji
We are two ā marinersā
Our ship'sāµ sole survivorsš
In this bellyš
of a whaleš³
Itās ribsā are ceiling beamsš
Itās guts šare carpetingš£
I guessā we have some timeā to killšµ
You may notš
remember meš
I was a child of š¼threešŖ
And youš¹, a lad of eighteenšæ
But, I remember youšŗ
And I willšŖ relatešŖ to you
How our histories šinterweaveš
At the timeā° you were
A rakeš and a roustaboutš©
Spendingšø all your moneyš°
On the whoresš and houndsš¶
(Ohš
¾, ohš
¾)
You had a charmingš airšØ
All cheap āand debonairš
My widowed š»motheršµ found so sweetš
And so sheš took youš” in
Her sheetsš still warmāØ with himš“
Now filled with filth š®and foulš½ disease
As timeā wore on you proved
A debt-riddenš³ drunken š»mess
Leaving my motherš
A poor šconsumptiveš· wretchš
(Ohš
¾, ohš
¾)
And then youš disappearedā
Your gambling š±arrears
The only āthing you left behindš
And then the magistrateš
Reclaimedš our small estateš”
And my poor mother š lost her mindšØ
Then, one dayš in springš¹
My dear sweetš¬ mother diedš
But, beforeā³ she did
I took her handāas she, dying, criedš¢:
(Ohš
¾, ohš
¾)
āFind himš, find himš
Tieš him to a pole and breakš„
His fingers što splintersšØ
Drag šøhim to a holeā¬ until he
Wakes š“up nakedš
Clawing šat the ceilingš
Of his graveš·ā
It took me fifteen yearsš
To swallowš
all my tearsš¦
Among the urchinsā“ in the streetš¦
Until a š
æriory
Took pity šand hired meš
To keep their vestryāŖ nice and neatāØ
But, neverš« onceš in the employ
Of these holyš menš
Did I everš, once turn āŖmy mind
From the thoughtš of revengeš£
(Ohš
¾, ohš
¾)
One nightš I overheardš
The prior exchanging š„wordsš¬
With a penitent whaler šfrom the seaš
The captainš© of his shipš¢
Who matched youš toeš to tipš
Was knownš° for wanton crueltyā
The followingš day
I shippedš£ to seaš
With a privateerāŗ
And in the whistleš
Of the windš
I could almost hearš
(Ohš
¾, ohš
¾)
āFind himš, find himš
Tieš him to a pole and breakš„
His fingers što splintersšØ
Drag šøhim to a holeā¬ until he
Wakes š“up nakedš
Clawing šat the ceilingš
Of his graveš·
There is oneš thing I must sayš¬ to you
As you sailāµ across the seaš
Always, your motheršµ will watchš over you
As you avengeš¢ this wickedš deedā
And thenš®, that fateful nightš
We had youšŖ in our sightš
After twenty monthsš, it seemed
Your starboardš« flank abeam
I was getting my muskets š« clean
When came this rumblingć° from beneathā¬
The oceanš shookā”
The skyš went blackš
And the captain quailedš±
And before us grewā¬
The angryš” jawsš
Of a giantš² whaleš³
Donāt know āhow I survivedš
The crewš„ all was chewed š
alive
I must have slipped š¦between his teethš
But, ohš
¾, what providenceā
What divineš¼ intelligenceš®
šŖThat šŖyou šŖshould šŖsurvive
AsšŖ wellšŖ as šŖmešŖ
It gives my eyeš great joyš
To seeš¬ your eyesšØ fill with fearš©š
To lean in closeš
And I will whisperš
The lastš words youāll hearš
(Ohš
¾, ohš
¾)
