Heave Ho! Aweigh, the ship’s anchor,
lads, climb-up, the tall ship’s masts!
Unfurl the sails white billowed,
all pray, the stiff trade winds blast!
Men briny from white-capped oceans,
Terra Firma’s, a distant quest.
Feel the salt spray, stinging the faces,
of the ship’s crew, tossed fore and aft.
We’re compelled to sail the oceans an’ seas,
with a plumb compass an’ a ration’s tack.
Tattoos an’ a Gypsy squeeze-box melody,
the gale blows on our ruddy backs.
Aye matey. A fine tribute to our sea faring comrade whose death makes our sheltered corner of the Internet all the more empty. Sail on in the breezes of eternity.
IIN that my fat friend pisses me off?
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Heave Ho! Aweigh, the ship’s anchor,
lads, climb-up, the tall ship’s masts!
Unfurl the sails white billowed,
all pray, the stiff trade winds blast!
Men briny from white-capped oceans,
Terra Firma’s, a distant quest.
Feel the salt spray, stinging the faces,
of the ship’s crew, tossed fore and aft.
We’re compelled to sail the oceans an’ seas,
with a plumb compass an’ a ration’s tack.
Tattoos an’ a Gypsy squeeze-box melody,
the gale blows on our ruddy backs.
R.I.P. the sailor
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Aye matey. A fine tribute to our sea faring comrade whose death makes our sheltered corner of the Internet all the more empty. Sail on in the breezes of eternity.
We, the deceased of IIN, welcome you to our after-life and memories of a fine life well lived.