In Game Song Lyics Collection

[Endric Glendale]

In South Boreni I was born, heave away, haul away
In South Boreni, 'round Cape Horn, we're bound for South Boreni

Haul away your rolling king, heave away, haul away
Haul away, you'll hear me sing, we're bound for South Boreni

As I walked out one morning fair, heave away, haul away
'Twas there I met Miss Nancy Blair, we're bound for South Boreni

Haul away your rolling king, heave away, haul away
Haul away, you'll hear me sing, we're bound for South Boreni

There's just one thing that's on my mind, heave away, haul away
That's leaving Nancy Blair behind, we're bound for South Boreni

Haul away your rolling king, heave away, haul away
Haul away, you'll hear me sing, we're bound for South Boreni

And as we wallop round Cape Horn, heave away, haul away
You'll wish to God you've never been born, we're bound for South Boreni

Haul away your rolling king, heave away, haul away
Haul away, you'll hear me sing, we're bound for South Boreni

In South Australia I was born, heave away, haul away
In South Australia, 'round Cape Horn, we're bound for South Boreni

[Endric Glendale]

I've been a wild rover for many's the year
And I've spent all me money on whiskey and beer
But now I'm returning with gold in great store
And I never will play the wild rover no more

And it's no, nay, never
No, nay, never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No, never no more

I went into an alehouse I used to frequent
And I told the landlady me money was spent
I asked her for credit, she answered me "nay"
"Such a custom as yours I can have every day"

And it's no, nay, never
No, nay, never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No, never no more

I then took from me pocket ten sovereigns bright
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight
She says "I have whiskeys and wines of the best"
And the words that you tolt me were only in jest

And it's no, nay, never
No, nay, never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No, never no more

I'll home to my parents, confess what I'd done
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son
And when they've caressed me as ofttimes before
I never will play the wild rover no more

And it's no, nay, never
No, nay, never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No, never no more

And it's no, nay, never
No, nay, never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No, never no more

[Endric Glendale]

Come gather good people and hear the strange tale
Of a man who was known in each county and vale
In a pub down in Leode called the White Horse's tail
Sat the one man in Terra who didn't drink ale

He's known in each tavern, both distant and near:
That queer little fellow who doesn't like beer.

His father disowned him by the grief and the shame
His wife, she divorced him and his son changed his name
No country will claim him and them we can't blame
For not drinking beer is his one claim to fame

He's known in each tavern both distant and near:
That sober ne'er-do-'ell who doesn't like beer.

One day we conspired to drive him quite mad:
So I pissed in his tankard where his water he had
I set it before him saying "try this me lad",
He took a big sup and said "this one's not bad!"

He's known in each tavern both distant and near:
That perplexing bastard who doesn't like beer.

Through song and through story his prominence rose
Till the Queen saw the portrait of him in repose
He tried to impress her by wearing new clothes
And a picture of drinking while holding his nose

He's known in each tavern both distant and near:
That strange motherfucker who doesn't like beer!

[Endric Glendale]

Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o
Real Bog, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o

Well in the bog there was a hole
A rare hole and a rattlin' hole
And the hole in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o

Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o
Real Bog, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o

Well in that hole there was a tree
A rare tree and a rattlin' tree
And the tree in the hole
And the hole in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o

Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o
Real Bog, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o

On that tree there was a branch
A rare branch and a rattlin' branch
And the branch on the tree
And the tree in the hole
And the hole in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o

Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o
Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o

On that branch there was a limb
A rare limb and a rattlin' limb
And the limb on the branch
And the branch on the tree
And the tree in the hole
And the hole in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o

Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o
Real bog, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o

Well on that limb there was a nest
A rare nest and a rattlin' nest
And the nest on the limb
And the limb on the branch
And the branch on the tree
And the tree in the hole
And the hole in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o

Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o
Real bog, the rattlin' bog

The bog down in the valley-o

Now in that nest there was a bird
A rare bird and a rattlin' bird
And the bird in the nest
And the nest on the limb
And the limb on the branch
And the branch on the tree
And the tree in the hole
And the hole in the bog
Down in the valley-o

Ho, ho, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o
Real bog, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o

In that bird there was an egg
A rare egg and a rattlin' egg
And the egg on the bird
And the bird in the nest
And the nest on the limb
And the limb on the branch
And the branch on the tree
And the tree in the bog
And the hole in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o

Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o
Real bog, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o

In that egg there was a bird
A rare bird and a rattlin' bird
And the bird on the egg
And the egg on the bird
And the bird in the nest
And the nest on the limb
And the limb on the branch
And the branch on the tree
And the tree in the bog
And the hole in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o

Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o
Real bog, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o