i stumble down the harbor to the tavern on the square
and heard a raucous ruckus as it rang
from some foul inebriates
the men i used to call my mates
were lost in song and this is what they sang—they sang:

"hey, hi, yo, ho
o'er the atlantic we go
drinking 'til we all get sick
and comin' up with limericks
but we never quite remember how they end"

in honor of captaineifersucht listening to broken bride for the first time 

i will listen to it for the millionth

it will be raining on my face most likely

and i will be drawing boytrolls making out as i do it

this will be a good time