Bonus Content: The Basilisk's Eye

A classic song for pirate bars

© Jason Phelps 2020.

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Lyrics
Well, beware my young friend

Of an unpleasant end

At the hands of a fiend of the deep

Of a temper so foul

Unexpected, a scowl

To appear on those features so sweet

For there many who rue

The gaze that they knew

And what beauty and wrath in it lies

So if you wish life long

Then you won’t go far wrong

To stay out of The Basilisk’s Eye

Oh, The Basilisk’s Eye, The Basilisk’s Eye

If you’d live for long then far you will lie

From a gaze that has strayed oft in search of its prize

And the deadly embrace of The Basilisk’s Eye

Well, you won’t be her first fair companion

And you won’t be the last by a mile

For once you meet her gaze

You’ll have wonderful days

Until she grows bored of your fine smile

Then she’s cold as a bone

But still thinks you her own

For she’s jealous that what’s hers might stray

And if you glance elsewhere

At a feature that’s fair

Then she’ll mark down the end of your days

Oh, The Basilisk’s Eye, The Basilisk’s Eye

If you’d live for long then far you will lie

From a gaze that has strayed oft in search of its prize

And the inconstant glare of The Basilisk’s Eye

There was sweet little Maven

From fair old Monraven

Who caught the gaze with her soft hair

But dear little Maven

She caught her astray

And fed that poor girl to a bear

Then stout-hearted Jock

With the 14 inch stock

To his musket pleased body and eye

Till she tired of his puns

And fired him from the guns

And we last saw old Jock hit the sky

Oh, The Basilisk’s Eye, The Basilisk’s Eye

If you’d live for long then far you will lie

From a gaze that has strayed oft in search of its prize

And the ferocious light of The Basilisk’s Eye

What of old Marigold

With a tongue that could fold

Cherry stalks into quite the tight knot

An accomplished kisser

And we shall all miss her

Now she’s in the lake left to rot

Let’s not forget Manwell

Whose rhymes didn’t scan well

But made up his songs with his good cheer

Till the Basilisk found him

To spread about town

And she drowned him in a cask of beer

Oh, The Basilisk’s Eye, The Basilisk’s Eye

If you’d live for long then far you will lie

From a gaze that has strayed oft in search of its prize

And the furious orb of The Basilisk’s Eye

But our story’s not done

Till we mention the one

Who inevitably got away

Who has loved her and lost

And escaped without cost

To move on at the end of the day

Now the Basilisk’s left

Nothing less than obsessed Ever roving in search of that prey

And if her sorta prize

Could give you some advice

There no doubt here is what he would say

Oh, The Basilisk’s Eye, The Basilisk’s Eye

If you’d live for long then far you will lie

From a gaze that has strayed oft in search of its prize

And the beautiful death of The Basilisk’s Eye