Bonus Content: When I get to Wainwall

A song about a sailor giving up his prolific ways.

© Jason Phelps 2019.

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Lyrics
Oh, when I get to Wainwall There’s waiting there a knot Such gallows sweet was never seen To make my final drop

My Merry life of wandering Has come to meet its death For when I’m wed onto that boy I’m his to my last breath

In the Ferozian paradores The courtesans are fair Their movements swift with grace and skill Their bodies flash and flair

My boy here’s not so skillful Such grace he can’t compare But when I get to Wainwall I’ll always find him there

The Mead-folk can be dour But their muscles sure are firm There’s lessons in those darkling woods To teach their end to learn

My boy’s not tall or handsome He couldn’t fell a tree But when I get to Wainwall There’ll be no one else for me

I’ll miss that friendly Gunther With his eyes as sharp as hawks I’ll miss the weeks I shared The company of seven orcs

My boy might lack such stamina Such passion and such might But when I get to Wainwall He’ll be all I want at night

We sailors have a boy, they say That waits in every port I’ve had my share of handsome men And those of every sort

To tie yourself in wedlock Is to stick to just one dish But when I get to Wainwall I’ll have no more care to fish

So if I seem to have regrets There nothing to his eyes I cherish sharing both our lives Within our wedding ties

And when I take him And his ring He’ll be my only man But ‘til I get to Wainwall, I’ll have all the fun I can

So here’s to all the boys I’ve loved And all of those I’ve rocked The nights of frenzied passion And the nights I went half-cocked

I’ll traded in the lot of you And make it a fresh start I’m going back to Wainwall To the man I left my heart