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First of all, I'd just like to say that this is a great idea.
Haul Away Joe is an especially nice find with the Galt references. If I may propose a change or two and possibly another verse for it? Some change the phrasing from the original a bit more, so for someone who wants a near identical version, the one posted is better.
Hosetter was the lord o Galt
With his red revolut-i-on
Away, haul away, we'll haul away Joe
But then he got his head chopped off
Which spoiled his constitut-i-on
Altered:
Hosetter was the lord o' Galt
With his red insurrect-i-on
Away, haul away, we'll haul away Joe
But Jenni took his head clean off
There'll be no resurrect-i-on
Another changed verse (this one may be PG-13):
Now when I was a little boy
And so me mother told me
That if I didn't kiss the girls
Me lips would all grow mouldy
Altered:
Now when I was a little boy
And so me mother told me
That if I shunned Calistr'a's hand
Me groin would all grow mouldy
Furthermore, an added verse, altered from the traditional:
Now first I met an English girl
And she was fat and lazy
And then I met an Irish girl
She damn near drove me crazy
Altered:
Now first I met a Chelaxian girl
And she tried to convert me
And then I met an Taldan girl
Her father tried to hurt me
Oh my god this thread is fantastic. I can't wait to head home and jump in. :P
Something a bit less boisterous...
Oh I am the wind the sea-men love,
I am steady and strong and true.
They follow my track by the clouds above,
O'er fathomless tropic blue.
Through daylight and dark, I follow the bark,
O keep like a hound on her trail,
I'm strongest at noon, yet under the moon,
I stiffen the bunt of her sail.
Also, John Masfield's "Sea Fever" can be lifted with ease.
"The Fire Ship" (repurposed)
As I strolled out one evening, out for a night's career,
I spied a lofty ship and after her did steer.
I hoisted her my signals which she very quickly knew;
And when she seed my bunting fly she immediately hove to.
CHORUS
She's a dark and rolling eye, and her hair hung down in ring-o-lets.
She was a nice girl, a decent girl, but one of the rakish kind
O, sir, you must excuse me for being out so late,
For if my parents knew of it, sad would be my fate.
My father he's a paladin, a good and honest man,
My mother she's a Sarenite, and I do the best I can...
CHORUS
I took her to a tavern and I treated her to wine,
Little did I think she belonged to the rakish kind.
I handled her, I dandled her, and found to my surprise,
She was nothing but a fires ship, rigged up in a disguise.
CHORUS
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And my personal favorite
My Jolly Sailor Bold
Upon one summer's morning, I carelessly did stray,
Down by the Walls of Wapping, where I met a sailor gay,
Conversing with a bouncing lass, who seem'd to be in pain,
Saying, William, when you go, I fear you will ne'er return again.
His hair it does in ringlets hang, his eyes as black as sloes,
May happiness attend him wherever he goes,
From Tower Hill, down to Blackwall, I will wander, weep and moan,
All for my jolly sailor bold, until he does return.
My father is a merchant—the truth I now will tell,
And in great London City in opulence doth dwell,
His fortune doth exceed £300,000 in gold,
And he frowns upon his daughter, 'cause she loves a sailor bold.
A fig for his riches, his merchandize, and gold,
True love is grafted in my heart; give me my sailor bold:
Should he return in poverty, from o'er the ocean far,
To my tender bosom, I'll fondly press my jolly tar.
My sailor is as smiling as the pleasant month of May,
And oft we have wandered through Ratcliflfe Highway,
Where many a pretty blooming girl we happy did behold,
Reclining on the bosom of her jolly sailor bold.
Come all you pretty fair maids, whoever you may be,
Who love a jolly sailor bold that ploughs the raging sea,
While up aloft, in storm or gale, from me his absence mourn,
And firmly pray, arrive the day, he home will safe return.
My name it is Maria, a merchant's daughter fair,
And I have left my parents and three thousand pounds a year,
My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold.
Man oh man oh snap, I can't wait until the musicians in my group get ahold of these... They already know most of the originals, and EvilMinion's one's will definitely be used at my table.
Please consider these all "Pirated."
(Sorry, couldn't help myself.)
Yes! I so love stuff like this for a campaign. These songs are great!
Does anybody have any suggestions for good bands or singers that I could play during the game?
I feel like the Dropkick Murphys is perfect for this game, and there's a group called Midnight Syndicate who's deal is pretty much RPG background music. Wizards stuck one in Ebberron's Sharn-City of Towers book, and I actually found one for 3.5 D&D on the cheap one time. They have a few tracks that remind me of swashbucklery scenes...
I'm also very lucky in that several of my players have recordings from previous bands of theirs that are very much "Pirate Rock."
if you can get a hold on them, the german band "elfenstern" has a nice set of albums of which, "into the Blue" provides good background soundtrack for naval situations. All of it instrumental
"The Devil Down Below" by Gaelic Storm (Granted, it'll need some changes to place names to set it in Golarion, but I'll leave that to someone else.)
I used to be a fisherman, on the icy crests we'd ride
Like a banshee on the wind, we'd sail the ocean wide.
From the shoals of Yarmouth bay to Newfoundland we'd go...
Chorus:
and we'd shout! Shout! Shout! Shout at the Devil down below
Out to the snows of Greenland, into the screaming gale
Out into the storm, chasing down the whale
When the harpoon struck, the mighty fish would blow...
and we'd shout! Shout! Shout! Shout at the Devil down below
In our bunks we'd find no solace, no comfort just remorse
We'd curse at the bad fortune that set us on this course
Gathered 'round the lamplight we'd sing both high and low...
and we'd shout! Shout! Shout! Shout at the Devil down below
From the rocks of Lizard Reef to Plymouth we are bound
The skipper's yelling blood as the jagged cliffs we round
Jack Duggan in the foresail, Billy Reilly in the crow...
and we'd shout! Shout! Shout! Shout at the Devil down below
Only when we'd quenched the mighty vessel's appetite
Would the captain tell us lads, "We'll be going home tonight!"
We'd turn to the raging sea and raise our fists and yell,
"You won't be seeing us today you won't be seeing us in Hell!"
Once ashore we'd head into the pub for a tankard full of ale
One day would turn into a week and the time would come to sail
We'd say goodbye to the girls to we love, then off from the shore we'd row...
and we'd shout! Shout! Shout! Shout at the Devil down below
How about:
My good old Captain said to me
Go down, you Bloodcove Roses, go down
We'll plunder to a high degree
Go down, you Bloodcove Roses, go down
(Chorus) Oh, your pouts and poses!
Go down, ye Bloodcove Roses, go down
Around the Eye we'll have to sail
Go down, you Bloodcove Roses, go down
For sunken ships can tell no tales!
Go down, ye Bloodcove Roses, go down
(Chorus)
'Round Rahadoum we've reeled and rolled
Go down, ye Bloodcove Roses, go down
They're godless, but they've plenty gold!
Go down, you Bloodcove Roses, go down
(Chorus)
'Round Katapesh we'll have to go
Go down, ye Bloodcove Roses, go down
'Cause that is where the hot winds blow
Go down, ye Bloodcove Roses, go down
(Chorus)
In Eleder we'll dance around
Go down, ye Bloodcove Roses, go down
We'll drive the roses underground!
Go down, ye Bloodcove Roses, go down
(Chorus)
Last verse needs work...
Wow, it's nice to see that this thread got some notice now that the AP's out.
As I mentioned in another thread, I just spent the last week putting together a mix of shanty's and ballads, all of which use either only vocals or instruments that are period appropriate. It's a veritable treasure trove of adaptability. So dig in and enjoy!
Spotify Playlist: Press Ganged (111 tracks)
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So, I can see this thread hasn't been used in some time, but recently I've been running the SnS AP for a group of 5 players, and one of them wrote me this little rendition of "Under the Sea," the song from The Little Mermaid, based on our own adventure. Fittingly, his character's name is currently Sebastian (his second character). I thought it was genius, so I needed some place to memorialize it, and this looked like a good spot. Again, I take no credit for this...
The bilges is always cleaner
On somebody else's boat
You dream about sailing out here
But can you keep a ship afloat?
Just look at the seas around you
You’ll wish you had stayed ashore
When suddenly beasts surround you
To drag you to the ocean floor
Oh ho!
Under attack!
Under attack!
Come grab a sword now
Into the horde now
Beat them all back!
It’s gonna be a sleepless night
Up on the deck we have to fight
If these guys beat us
They gonna eat us
Under attack!
Out here all the pilots’ jumpy
As they sail this cursed sea
They carryin’ precious booty
That covetous eyes will see
Black flags be on the horizon
Be careful for what you wish
You may be the new fresh meat, but
There’s always a bigger fish!
Under attack!
Under attack!
Here comes the ropes now
There goes our hopes now
We’re on the rack!
Forget the place you want your bones
Now they belong to Davy Jones
You’ll take no coffer
Down to that locker
Under attack! (Under attack!)
Under attack! (Under attack!)
Critical failure
No way to sail, her
Hull’s filled with flak!
You thought you’d take it to the bank
But they tell no tales who walk the plank
So come on get Kraken,
Give them a smackin’
Under attack!
Roll initiative
Ye better roll high
If ye wish to live
You gotta master the die
So say a quick prayer
And knock on some wood
The GM’s about to roll
(Oh no)
Sebastian tries talk
For stalling the clock
They’re flanked, unaware
By stealthy Adair
Urbeck’s got the spunk
But can’t shoot when he’s drunk
And Maia can’t tell friend from foe!
Under attack! (Under attack!)
Under attack! (Under attack!)
Character’s dying
Players are crying
Matt gives no slack!
We haven’t got the luck to live
But we have run out of f***s to give
So we’ll keep on sailing
Trying and failing
Under attack!
We won’t go quiet
We’re gonna try it
Under attack!
Don’t be a mackerel,
Conquer the Shackles!
Don’t be a hagfish
Do it for Baggrish!
Don’t try to hide it,
You are a pirate!
Under attack!
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I (badly) sang these after jotting them down to provide a little extra pirate-sauce to our game and give some legends/foreshadowing for future encounters or events. Thar may be spoilers here... I'll never tell.
A couple more shanties to add to the Shackles:
Voices in the Waves (Sugar in the Hold)
I wish I was in Maidenspool, living in my fine stone house
But I'm hear-ing voices in the waves below,
Below, below, below
Chorus:
Hey, ho, below, below
Hear those voices in the waves below
Hey, ho, below, below
Hear those voices in the waves below
Bradesmar Wache had a mighty boast
Drenchport soon will be a ghost
But the Master of Gales called the wind to blow
Hear those voices in the waves below
(Chorus)
Locatha came up from the bay
Maidenspool won’t be the same
They drowned Wache’s Sunburst as their pay
And her voice is in the waves below
(Chorus)
Now Wache shouts out in into the wind
The Master must pay for his sin
And he cries out, "Ten diamonds for his skin"
Hear those voices in the waves below
Damned if it Didn’t Rain (Rollin Down to Old Maui)
When Sargava came to the Hurricane
We Pirates said we’d go
And we gave no damn when the Chels showed up
With their devils and crossbows
For freedom blood was spilled in a flood
And the Chels we killed and maimed
And though didn’t-give-a-damn when we drank our rum,
We were damned if it didn’t rain
(Chorus)
Damned if it didn’t rain, me boys
We were damned if it didn’t rain
And though we didn’t-give-a-damn when we drank our rum,
We were Damned if it didn’t rain
When Norgorber came to to his Priestess Main
Aiger stole Black.finger’s kiss
Captain Tevenida, known to murder men,
And make the Chelish piss,
She climbed the To-wer Black, A trap
While wielding magic blade
She never left The Black Tower’s cleft
We were damned if it didn’t rain
(Chorus)
The Cutlass Lass was a ship so fast,
It could fly right through the Eye
But a dragon beast, covered shells and teeth
Pursued her for her prize
She broke off sweet and through steam and sleet,
The Cutlass Lass made sail,
Hirgenzosk Caught her with his breath
A flaming blazing gale
(Chorus)
When Endymion was a Chelish Son,
And His wife a Chelish whore
He found her swoon In the bed of a Thrune,
And against him Vengeance swore
Now the Devil’s Own call the Shackles home
And Arronax calls us mates
When he sailed to town, Chelish upside down
And across it ol’ Crossbones
(Chorus)
And though we didn’t-give-a-damn when we drank our rum,
We’re Damned if it didn’t rain
And though we don’t give a damn when we drink our rum,
We’re Damned if it didn’t rain
While not a shanty, I did some poetry called Harrigan’s Folly. Some spoilers to IoEE.
Some explanations of names:
Orpheus of the Black Hand is the original captain
The Lament of the Fallen is the name of our ship
/cevah