Found in La Escamilla
Farewell to all ladies, out there on the isles
Farewell our sweet angels with heavenly smiles,
Farewell to all widows, alone in their vigils,
Farewell tax collectors and customs officials!
Bid hello to the sea, and her sweet salty spray,
Head for the horizon, our anchor’s aweigh!
For the treasures we’ve won, and the bard songs we’ve sung,
We’ve set sail for Aeternum where ever we’re young!
Chorus
So it’s heave-ho! Steady we’ll row!
Through the wind and the rain and the ice and the snow,
And it’s heave-ho! To and fro!
Where the siren, she sings, and the Stormwall will blow!
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