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Dunmer sea shanty


Started by Nadas Gindu
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It's just a bastardized version of the cape cod shanty

Dunmer boys they have no sleds
Heave away, heave away,
They slide down ash on slaughterfish heads
We are bound for Sheogarad

Dunmer girls don't wear no frills
Heave away, heave away,
they adorn their hair in Argonian gills
We are bound for Sheogorad

Heave away my Morag, Morag Tong
heave away, heave away
Heave away and don't you take too long
We are bound for Sheogorad

A necromancer was my mark
heave away, heave away,
But she smelled of cinnamon bark
We are bound for Sheogorad

Black mages don't bake sweet pies
heave away, heave away,
She baked her pies with slaughterfish eyes
We are bound for Sheogorad

Heave away my Morag, Morag Tong
heave away, heave away
Heave away and don't you take too long
We are bound for Sheogorad

A Vvardenfell girl, she had no home
heave away, heave away
She pinned her hair with nix hound bones
We are bound for Sheogorad

Bodies of men, oh she did use
Heave away, heave away,
So we rutted like rabbits and we got tattoos!
We are bound for Sheogorad

Heave away my Morag, Morag Tong
heave away, heave away
Heave away and don't you take too long
We are bound for Sheogorad"
This post was last modified: June 7th 2013, 12:36 PM by Nadas Gindu


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We'll find us some fair, Argonian ladies
We'll bag us some fresh, Argonian tail
Though we're under orders to find Sheogorad
We'll pick up some lizards before we set sail

We're clever and quick, like true dunmer sailors
We range and we roam across the ashlands
Until we find booty in the blackest of marshes
We'll HEAVE and We'll HO till we can't feel our hands

We'll scout out some fair, Redguardian ladies
We'll round up some tan, Redguardian wench
Though we've set a course, for a door made of blackness
We'll score us some Redguards, our thirst will be quenched

We're clever and quick, like true dunmer sailors
We range and we roam across the lands red
Until we find booty in the westernmost deserts
We'll HEAVE and We'll HO, Theres no need for bed!

We'll find us some fair, Imperial ladies
We'll lie in some soft, Imperial beds
Though what we are doing, is so very important
Imperial ladies need a real mer instead

We're clever and quick, like true dunmer sailors
We range and we roam across Tamriel
Until we find booty in the human empires
We'll HEAVE and We'll HO, and we must do it well!


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