It's been so long since I've updated the dear old Wingfeather Saga page, I thought I'd share some of yesterday's work with you. I wrote this lyric for a scene in chapter five. The words are to be sung to an old Hollish whistleharp tune. Here it is in all its strange glory:-------------------------------------THE BOATWRIGHT'S DAUGHTERI’ll come to you in the wintertimeWhen the fruit of the Fall is fadingI’ll bring a barrel of apple wineAs long as your love is waitingBut oh! the sorrow a sailor seesWhenever he meets your fatherHe’s mean as a swarm of deadly beesHe’ll cut off your legs right at the kneesIt does no good to beg him pleaseTo marry his only daughterBut I’ll come to you in the spring of the yearWhen the bud and the bloom is growingAnd I’ll drive an ox to plow, my dearAnd ready the field for sowingBut oh! the sorrow a sailor knowsWhenever he meets your fatherHe reeks of the sweat between his toesThe roaches gather wherever he goesAnd never a man will ever proposeTo marry his only daughterYet I’ll come to you in the summertimeWhen the grass in the hollow is swayingWe’ll nibble the grapes and clementinesAnd look at the children playingBut oh! the sorrow a sailor weepsWhenever he meets your fatherHe picks his nose when he’s asleepHe’s big as a cow and smart as a sheepI pray the Maker my soul to keepI love his only daughterSo I’ll come to you when I’m old and grayI’ll sail from over the waterI’ll lay a rose at your father’s graveTHEN I’ll marry his only daughter