The Indigenous Métis of Nantucket v2 - udio AI Generated Music
0The Indigenous Métis of Nantucket v. 2 Arranged by udio Beta (AI)
Prompt: A song about A Caddo in California hears a limerick about Nantucket, Irish folk music, experimental metal, Irish folk music, Experimental metal, British Folk Rock
Rock, Metal, Folk metal, Heavy metal, Celtic metal, Irish folk music, Experimental metal, British folk rock
Lyrics by Googl Nigh and edited by Christopher Neal
Warning: ⚠️ There are suggestions of gambling, pirating and pirate activities
Arranged by udio Beta (AI)
Original at:
https://www.udio.com/songs/rkyGcCdGB9qbbAzb9pMDHz
Lyrics
A rogue from fair Nantucket, named Finn, Had a voice like a foghorn, and skin Like tanned leather sun-kissed
His exploits they couldn't resist, For his charm spun a yarn rather thin.
One night, at a poker game grand, With rum in his belly and sand In his boots, Finn raised high. With a wink and a sly, knowing sigh, He declared, "This ain't just my hand!"
His gaze fell on Silas, a shark, Whose cards hid a smile like a lark. "Your fortune you seek," Finn did drawl, "But tonight, boy, the tides they shall fall, For luck's on a different bark!"
Silas swore, slammed his fists, and did swoon, And Finn, grinning, just whistled a tune. With oysters overflowing his pouch, He swaggered and winked, like a sly, charming louch, A Nantucket rogue, born in the moon.
So remember, dear boys, when you roam, There's a charm in the sea and the foam. With a twinkle in your eye, and a tale well-spun, You might just win the game, have some fun, Like Finn, at the rogue Bingo of Nantucket, his home.
There once was a sailor named Finn,
Whose beard reached his knees, and his grin,
Could melt icebergs and charm,
With a wink and a forearm,
He'd lure any scallywag to his sin.
He'd sail the high seas, a rogue free,
With a crew of deer bucks, you see,
Muscles and laughter and rum,
Adventure for every chum,
And whispers of "Finn, choose me!"
In Nantucket's salty embrace,
They'd dance on the sand, in a chase,
Of sun-kissed skin, lips alight,
Till the moon cast its silvered light,
And Finn's lantern led to the chase.
From dunes to the pier, a wild spree,
No siren could match Finn's decree,
With whispers of secrets untold,
And tales of treasures of gold,
He'd leave them breathless, you see.
So raise a glass to Finn, the sly,
And the scallywags who sailed under his sky!
Written by Nigh