Lost Ale

Sang to the tune of “Drunken Sailor”

Oh, gather 'round, ye hearty souls,

And lend an ear to my tale untold.

Of a ship that sailed on the stormy sea,

Bringing tankards of ale for you and me.

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But alas, the ship met a tragic fate,

Sinking down to a watery grave.

Yet we'll sing this shanty, strong and true,

Hoping someday it'll arrive at port anew.

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The wind did howl, the waves grew high,

As the ship ventured 'neath tempestuous skies.

Did a mighty Kraken with its tentacles vast,

Drag the ship below, leaving none to outlast?

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Or perhaps a ghostly specter, cold and grim,

Cursed the vessel 'til its light grew dim.

Yet we'll sing this shanty, strong and true,

Hoping someday it'll arrive at port anew.

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Some say a siren's call did sound,

Luring the crew to depths profound.

Their hearts bewitched, their minds adrift,

As the ship was swallowed by the sea's dark rift.

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Or a treacherous reef, hidden from sight,

Clutched the ship, sealing its tragic plight.

Yet we'll sing this shanty, strong and true,

Hoping someday it'll arrive at port anew.

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Though tears may fall and hearts grow heavy,

The memory of that ship remains steady.

For in our dreams, we see it sail,

Carrying ale, never to fail.

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Through the misty ocean, it sails unseen,

A phantom ship, forever in between.

Yet we'll sing this shanty, strong and true,

Hoping someday it'll arrive at port anew.

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So raise your tankards, one and all,

And let your voices join the call.

Though lost it may be, hope still survives,

That someday our ship will come alive.

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We'll sing this shanty, never forgetting,

The ship that sank, our hearts still regretting.

But we'll sing with hope, our spirits unbowed,

Praying the ship returns, through stormy seas it ploughed.