The 500th Post
Wednesday, July 23rd, 2008
This is the one. Let’s sing something in celebration:
I promised her rings for her fingers,
Sparkling flowers for her flaxen hair;
I swore that I’d never set sail in foul weather,
But stay by her side at the shore.
Fare thee well, oh ye Barbary merchants,
Fare thee well to the Spanish blockade,
Fare thee well to the siege of Gibraltar,
And the treacherous seas of Cathay!
I gave her my word to be married,
And took her sweet vows in return;
I swore that I’d never set sail in foul weather,
But stay by her side at the shore.
Fare thee well, oh ye Barbary merchants,
Fare thee well to the Spanish blockade,
Fare thee well to the siege of Gibraltar,
And the treacherous seas of Cathay!
I built her a cottage in Chatham,
Gave her children to sit by the fire;
I swore that I’ll never set sail in foul weather,
But stay at her side at the shore.
Fare thee well, oh ye Barbary merchants,
Fare thee well to the Spanish blockade,
Fare thee well to the siege of Gibraltar,
And the treacherous seas of Cathay!
But our country’s too small for a sailor
Without the blue sea and the sky;
Though I swore that I’d never set sail in foul weather,
I left her behind at the shore.
Take me back, oh ye Barbary merchants,
Let me risk at the Spanish blockade,
Carry me to the siege of Gibraltar,
And the treacherous seas of Cathay!
May the Lord of blogs be with you always. (Reply: “And also with you”; that is, me.)
“With the capture of the Elven Runestone, Gul’dan has been able to warp the power it contains to mutate an entire legion of his loyal and ruthless Ogres into wielders of arcane magiks. Along with this transformation these Ogre-Magi have been granted deadly magiks and a
With bony hands I hold my partner
A British tar is a soaring soul,
So as you shiver in the cold and the dark,
I finally decided to heed the advice of some of the respondents to my article on