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Praise be the Bones
an Original Song by Edward Goldstein ©


After the longshirts have left the faire
We gather round to talk and share
But at Rogue's Cove there is much more
The Captain gathers all around
For it's time for that special round

Oh praise be the Bones
Oh praise be us all
What's in the brew, what makes it glow?
Never you ask mate, never you know
Praise be the Bones

Bring forth to us the glowing brew
It lights the night in all its blue
The Captain explains, he's our host
Before you drink mate make a toast
Then gulp it down before you think
A wee measure next time I'll drink...

Oh praise be the Bones
Oh praise be us all
What's in the brew, what makes it glow?
Never you ask mate, never you know
Praise be the Bones

The first share goes to those not here
Captain's next, a fine buccaneer
The first mate takes his in his stride
Officers are next, open wide
The crew drinks now, faces vexed
Then you realize you are next...

Oh praise be the Bones
Oh praise be us all
What's in the brew, what makes it glow?
Never you ask mate, never you know
Praise be the Bones

You make your toast, take your measure
Drink it down this liquid treasure
Your knees wobble your legs shake
Every bone doest quiver and quake
It's called bones to jelly for a reason
To speak what's in is surely treason

Oh praise be the Bones
Oh praise be us all
What's in the brew, what makes it glow?
Never you ask mate, never you know
Praise be the Bones
Praise be the Bones
Shiver me timbers and praise be the Bone....

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