Down rocky hills on the English shoreline,
Boat approaches with much mirth, captain’s yet drunk.
Went for night’s sail, didn’t return on time.
Calls to his mates, “Don’t want to end up sunk.”
Night full of cheer, where the faeries danced fine,
Captain bewitched drinking their wine, he fronts.
Close to the shore, doesn’t want to hit sand bars,
Then, he’ll visit bar, hair of dog, ale large.
A big glass, to tell his midnight tales had,
The lads laugh harder each time all the more.
Of preposterous adventures said glad,
Magic, faery dust, few know the old lores.
So captain begins anew, of past stands,
Against faeries who became his friends old.
Of the the faeries his grandmother knew,
How with them they’ve celebrated through.
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