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BLUE SUN ROOM FILK
Another Space Shanty! The events of "Safe" (with a bit of artistic license) set to the tune of "The Irish Rover."
CATEGORY: FILK TIMES READ: 1939 RATING: 8 SERIES: FIREFLY
In the year of Our Lord twenty-five seventeen
We took off from Perseph’ne again
We were sailing away with a cargo of beef
For to carry on down to Jiangyin
Well, my rusty old boat, she was barely afloat
But oh, how the whole crew loved her
She’d survived angry Feds, getting torn half to shreds
And a child prodigy called River
There was Wash at the helm and the bridge was his realm
There was Zoe, his wife and First Mate
There was young Kaylee Frye, kept our ship in the sky
And the hero of Canton called Jayne
We’d Inara along, though she hardly belonged
And a Shepherd, our souls to deliver
And that damn Doctor Tam, from the Core Worlds he cam’
And with him was his sister River
We had one million tons of that fine Canton mud
We had two million guns from the war
We had three million hills worth of St. Lucy’s pills
We had four million stamped protein bars
We had five million cows and six million ploughs
And seven million apples for Badger
We had eight million dolls with the heads that wobbles
And we’d one crazy girl called River
We’d not been in port fifteen minutes before
Local hillfolk made off with our Doc
And he had to make do without help from the crew
For that’s when the Shepherd got shot
But them hillfolk got mad, vowed to burn out the bad
Built a pyre for Little Sister
We turned round right away, Big Damn Heroes saved the day
And the life of our own witch, River
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