Wind from the east and it's blowing strong
The sky is heavy and the sea looks wrong
There's a storm a coming and it won't be long
'Til it reach the sands of the old Bloodshore
Every lad and lass knows what's in store
The wind will blow and the rain will pour
Better pull the boats back up the shore
All along the sands of the old Bloodshore
'Twas the season of storms, when my parents met
Mama wove her spell like a fisher's net
She snared Da's heart, made him the sea forget
All along the sands of the old Bloodshore
I'm a Seawolf girl, I don't need no comb
Pull my tresses straight with a pugil bone
Take me as I am or leave me alone
All along the sands of the old Bloodshore
When I was a young girl and in my prime,
I'd court those sailor boys two at a time
To dance alone always seemed a crime
All along the sands of the old Bloodshore
Oh, the pirate lads, they all loved me so
'Cause my lips don't tell all that my eyes know
But one by one, they all had to go
All along the sands of the old Bloodshore
But came the day for me to settle down
With my bonnie boy from Limsa town
And cast my wild days out to sea to drown
All along the sands of the old Bloodshore
So all you sheltering from the storm,
It's another's heart that will keep you warm
That's the way it's been, since the world was born
All along the sands of the old Bloodshore.
Author's note
This is a folksong from Eastern La Noscea.
It's a combination of original lyrics and adaptations from real world folk songs. In particular, it draws heavily on the shanty "The Plains of Mexico," although my adaptations greatly change the narrative thrust. The rhythm doesn't quite match up with any real song I'm aware of, so just make up your own tune.