Inclinations of Vanity
Inclinations of Vanity
© 2005 George Reed
I was wandering ‘round in London town…
No copper for my troubles…
Until I rolled a wealthy chap and had my fortune doubled…
Then I met another man…
All dressed in merchant fine…
It wasn’t long ‘til all the threads he had worn were mine…
A ran tan, a rain tan, a ran tain tan…
Never be a stupid prat, ignoring fateful hands…
A ran tan, a rain tan, a ran tain tip…
Pull an oar if you’re inclined…I’d rather own the ship…
I thought to take a look inside…
The pouch the merchant left…
You can’t blame me for gaining what a scared man’s been bereft…
Inside the pouch were coins of gold…
and letters from a Lady…
Said I owned a ship with sails and deed to someplace shady…
A ran tan, a rain tan, a ran tain tan…
Never be a stupid prat, ignoring fateful hands…
A ran tan, a rain tan, a ran tain tip…
Pull an oar if you’re inclined…I’d rather own the ship…
I took myself a walk again…
And ended by the Docks…
And when I saw my friggin crew….I damn near lost me lochs…
One man had a hook for hand…
Another wore a patch…
Another threw a nasty knife at any who could catch…
‘twas time to reconsider then…
The ocean-going rub…
I took a look at my soft hands and went back to the pub!
A ran tan, a rain tan, a ran tain tan…
Fate may be a miracle but you could lose a hand…
A ran tan, a rain tan, a ran tain tip…
Pull an oar if you’re inclined…I’ll keep off the ship…
Posted: December 29th, 2005 under Songs.
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