The Lay of the Pirate Rascal Tim

A year after they met, Tristran and Yvaine found themselves in the seaport of Scaithe's Ebb. They stopped into the Ocean's Roar for food and ale (and in Yvaine's case, the pretense thereof). After three mugs, Tristran shakily stood on the table as Yvaine emitted peals of laughter and the rest of the tavern shouted encouragement. "Sing the Lay of the Pirate Rascal Tim," Yvaine cried, and thumped her mug on the table.

"O the Pirate Tim was a rascal, true,
O'er the ocean clear and the ocean blue
Three-and-twenty years of old
And he stole the coin of gold!"

"Three-and-twenty years of old
And he stole the coin of gold!"

"O, when the cursed gold he took
(for Pirate Tim was a dirty crook)
He threw it back into the chest
And there it lay with all the rest."

"He threw it back into the chest
And there it lay with all the rest!"

"Now when you think of piracy
Remember Tim, who sailed the sea
Don't pillage without checking first
Whether or not the gold is cursed!"

"Don't pillage without checking first
Whether or not the gold is cursed!"

Tristran clambered down to thunderous applause and catcalls, and plunked back down beside Yvaine.