To our Captains

[alt_susan]

I sang this tonight and it has lotsa words; this isn't the whole thing but I want to put it here so I don't forgot. And remember to thank Kirsty for letting me learn it off her and giving me the words. And thank you Mr Stan Rogers whoever you are though I suppose Kirsty will tell me for writing it.

the words for Nev and Harry and Colin and Justin and Mr Snape and Sirius and Remus and Mr Weasley and everybody all the ones that didn't make it to see the flowers of Bermuda (which sounds beautiful maybe someday I'll go there) but especially the ones who led the way:

He was the Captain of the Nightingale
Twenty-one days from Clyde in coal
He could smell the flowers of Bermuda in the gale
When he died on the North Rock shoal

But when the crew was all assembled
And the gig prepared for sea
'Twas seen there were but eighteen places to be manned
Nineteen mortal souls were we

But cries the Captain "Now do not delay
Nor do ye spare a thought for me
My duty is to save you all now, if I can
See ye return as quick as can be."

Oh, there be flowers in Bermuda
Beauty lies on every hand
And there be laughter, ease and drink for every man
But there is no joy for me

For when we reached the wretched Nightingale
What an awful sight was plain!
The Captain, drowned, was tangled in the mizzen-chains
Smiling bravely beneath the sea

He was the Captain of the Nightingale
Twenty-one days from Clyde in coal
He could smell the flowers of Bermuda in the gale
When he died on the North Rock shoal

There IS joy though I have to believe there is or there will be anyhow

And maybe you can see freedom from where you are

I hope you liked the fireworks!

Comments

[alt_hermione]

Sue, I'll have the elf bring you a hangover potion in the morning.

And one for Aurelia, too.

[alt_susan]

Ta very much!!!