Atlas Maidens

(To be sung to the tune of "Spanish Ladies", very loudly. Especially if sung while hoisting heavy things.)

Farewell and Adieu, all ye fine Atlas maidens;

I bid ye goodbye, though ye caused me such pain;

For I've got me orders to sail on to Mistral;

But rest ye assured, I'll come see you again;

We'll rumble and roar as we're wont, bein' sailors,

We'll rant and we'll rave, across every last sea,

'Til at last we drop anchor in another fine harbor

And drink 'till the sunlight shines on you and me.

We're once in the port on this island called Patch, now;

Droppin' off Dust from the mines of ol' Schnee;

But the isle was so peac'ful, the maidens so lovely,

We all said to or'selves "'Would that I'd never leave!"

We'll rumble and roar as we're wont, bein' sailors,

We'll rant and we'll rave, across every last sea,

'Til at last we drop anchor in another fine harbor

And drink 'till the sunlight shines on you and me.

In Vacuo last time, I met this fine lassie,

Her fox-Faunus ears soft like fresh-fallen snow,

I would've well loved her, but her heart was another's

Some monkey-eared lad with abs shining bright.

We'll rumble and roar as we're wont, bein' sailors,

We'll rant and we'll rave, across every last sea,

'Til at last we drop anchor in another fine harbor

And drink 'till the sunlight shines on you and me.

Around Feb'ry it happened off the great coast of Beacon,

Though sober, we all saw a great spirit take flight

We all doff'd our hats and said 'im a prayer, now,

We wished him safe travels, from mornin' 'til night.

We'll rumble and roar as we're wont, bein' sailors,

We'll rant and we'll rave, across every last sea,

'Til at last we drop anchor in another fine harbor

And drink 'till the sunlight shines on you and me.


Author's Notes: Yeah, this is my big plan. While I have zero talent for music, I do have a bit of a knack in writing decent parody lyrics. Which is what I have done here.

By way of explanation, I first got the idea from writing the uncle of an OC I created for the RWBY fandom. Trigo Cardamom (trigo being Spanish for wheat) is a cross between a combat instructor and the head enforcer for a prominent crime family in Vacuo, and a pretty bad dude besides. While he fights lesser enemies or armies of mooks, he likes to sing, especially sea shanties and drinking songs. And of course, I needed shanties for him to sing…

Due to personal reasons, I will now be posting some of these songs instead on weeks I can't get the chapter finished in time. Hopefully, that won't happen super often.