ELDER SCROLLS DRUNKEN SAILOR

*Oh, what will we do with a drunken sailor?
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning!*

*Way hey, and up she rises!
Way hey, and up she rises!
Way hey, and up she rises!
Early in the morning!*

We set off from Firewatch's docks
One summer morning clear and still
To go diversify the stocks
Of shops in southern Cyrodiil!

Though early sailing went all well,
There soon arrived a wicked storm
Whose great rage raised a sort of hell
To make whole Sanguine cults reform!

*Oh, what will we do with a drunken sailor?
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning!*

*Way hey, and up she rises!
Way hey, and up she rises!
Way hey, and up she rises!
Early in the morning!*

"She's sinking, lads! She's going down!
The masts are smashed to pieces-parts!
Have at the booze, for if we drown,
At least we'll drown with merry hearts!"

And so the crew soon all devolved
Into a bunch of drunken curs
Whose unconcern stayed unresolved
Despite the captain's profane spurs!

*Oh, what will we do with a drunken sailor?
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning!*

*Way hey, and up she rises!
Way hey, and up she rises!
Way hey, and up she rises!
Early in the morning!*

Drank they well deep of greef and shein,
Sujamma, mazte, even flin,
Plus some more western wine and gin
With beer and mead for finishin'!

And at length even Captain twigged
The folly in persisting when
The only sober soul and swigged
Along with the rest of the men!

*Oh, what will we do with a drunken sailor?
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning!*

*Way hey, and up she rises!
Way hey, and up she rises!
Way hey, and up she rises!
Early in the morning!*

So sloshed were they, all failed to see
When they survived that rabid squall
In spite of their mass drinking spree
And now were near home ports of call.

Yet, their late cheers were soon replaced
By lamentations' sadder notes
As all of their wares went to waste,
Poured straight down their own salty throats!

*Oh, what will we do with a drunken sailor?
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning!*

*Way hey, and up she rises!
Way hey, and up she rises!
Way hey, and up she rises!
Early in the morning!*

*Trim his beard with a rusty saber,
Trap him in a soul gem till he's sober,
Sneak him into bed with a wizard's daughter!
Early in the morning!*