The Harborman (Longfellow's Song)

by Pernshinigami

To the tune of "The Islander" by Shanneyganok, a seaman's ballad befitting ye oldest and wildest of the Island's Harbormen, ye Old Man Longfellow of the town of Far Harbor, detailing his travels to the home of the Mainlander, Honorable General of the Minutemen and Sole Survivor of Vault 111, to view The War of the Synths, from which our neighbors in Acadia fled.

The Harborman

By Old Longfellow

To the tune of "The Islander" by Shannyganok

I'm a Harborman born and bred

And I'll be one till I die

I'm proud to be an Islander

And here's the reason why

I charge through the fog

Like a crawler on a tear

I know each rock and mirelurk

Like I know my head of hair

I spent some time in the commonwealth

I nearly lost my mind

The ruins are too tall

And the settlers all whine

The place is now a warzone since the Brotherhood came there

And the synths come from the Institute are nowhere near as fair

I'm a Harborman born and bred

And I'll be one till I die

I'm proud to be an Islander

And here's the reason why

I charge through the fog

Like a crawler on a tear

I know each rock and mirelurk

Like I know my head of hair

Those Brotherhood of Steel they all think they own the show

But I'm betting they'll fall soon to Maxson's big ego

I ran with the Railroad wild neath the harvest moon

Scorched by Glory's angel fire cutting through the gloom

I'm a Harborman born and bred

And I'll be one till I die

I'm proud to be an Islander

And here's the reason why

I charge through the fog

Like a crawler on a tear

I know each rock and mirelurk

Like I know my head of hair

I marched with the Mainlander's fabled Minutemen

And felt their rebel spirit ring through northern vale and glen!

It made miss the island more and I said take me home!

We'll meet the tide at the fishery of Kenji Nakano

I'm a Harborman born and bred

And I'll be one till I die

I'm proud to be an Islander

And here's the reason why

I charge through the fog

Like a crawler on a tear

I know each rock and mirelurk

Like I know my head of hair

Author's Note: The beat to this song made me think of the wild insane party that must have gone on when the Sole survivor did the captain's dance, specifically of Longfellow dancing about with a bottle of Grog on one arm and Captain Avery on the other singing this song; and the shopkeepers all drunk as a skunk with an arm over each other's shoulders stomping their approval in time with the beat. I might even right a party prose fic with this song another time we'll see. Something tells me Far Harbor knows how to party way better than any raider and I'd lay good money Longfellow could dance 10 times longer than Gage ever could despite being almost twice his age.