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Discography

The Rake’s Song (Single)

Released January 2009

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  1. The Rake’s Song

    The Rake’s Song

    I had entered into a marriage
    In the summer of my twenty-first year
    And the bells rang for our wedding
    Only now do I remember it clear
    Alright, alright, alright

    No more a rake and no more a bachelor
    I was wedded and it whetted my thirst
    Until her womb start spilling out babies
    Only then did I reckon my curse
    Alright, alright, alright
    Alright, alright, alright

    First came Isaiah with his crinkled little fingers
    Then came Charlotte and that wretched girl Dawn
    Ugly Myfanwy died on delivery
    Mercifully taking her mother along
    Alright, alright, alright

    What can one do when one is widower
    Shamefully saddled with three little pests
    All that I wanted was the freedom of a new life
    So my burden I began to divest
    Alright, alright, alright
    Alright, alright, alright

    Charlotte I buried after feeding her foxglove
    Dawn was easy, she was drowned in the bath
    Isaiah fought but was easily bested
    Burned his body for incurring my wrath
    Alright, alright, alright

    And that’s how I came your humble narrator
    To be living so easy and free
    Expect you think that I should be haunted
    But it never really bothers me
    Alright, alright, alright
    Alright, alright, alright

  2. East India Lanes

    East India Lanes

    All hands holding tight to the wheel
    All hands reaching fore
    All hands holding tight to the wheel
    Bring her around, filling tight with the wind
    Coming down, back on the East India lane

    We’re there, fifteen girls to a man
    We’re there, fifteen boys
    We’re there, fifteen girls to a man
    Bring her around, filling tight with the wind
    Coming down, back on the East India lane

    Cape Horn, devil’s blowing a gale
    All aboard to pull us down
    Cape Horn will wreck and tatter the sails
    Bring her around, filling tight with the wind
    Coming down, back on the East India lane

    Haul boys the sultan promises all
    More gold than we can store
    Haul boys let your sheets fall
    Bring her around, filling tight with the wind
    Coming down, back on the East India lane

    Bring her around, filling tight with the wind
    Coming down, back on the East India lane