‘Molly Malone (of Innsmouth).’

So for my Saturday night con game I realized all of a suddent that I had to come up with something that Crazy Drunken Fisherman Guy would be singing as he finally slipped down to the Madness Place. So I filked a verse of ‘Molly Malone,’ because I can do that on pretty short notice (and I should just admit that because there’s a point where false humility becomes vanity). Anyway, I’ve been a bit ill for the last two days, but I had this concept to think about and expand/finish. Hope you enjoy.

PS: This is the HPL Historical Society CD of sea shanties from Innsmouth, and it is awesome.

Molly Malone (of Innsmouth)

At Innsmouth’s dark harbor
Where the girls show coarse ardor
I met a young lady called Molly Malone;
She drove her wheelbarrow
Through streets tall and narrow
Crying “Hydra! And Dagon!”
“Alive, once alive!”

Alive, a-live-o,
Alive, a-live-o,
Crying “Hydra! And Dagon!”
“Alive, once alive!”

She was an Oath-taker,
And not just a faker:
Her father and mother were Oath-takers, too.
They drove their wheelbarrows
Through streets tall and narrow
Crying “Hydra! And Dagon!”
“Alive, once alive!”

Alive, a-live-o,
Alive, a-live-o,
Crying “Hydra! And Dagon!”
“Alive, once alive!”

One night she went swimming
Like all Innsmouth women
‘Tis then that I lost my sweet Molly Malone;
But her voice haunts my dreaming
As I hear her faint screaming
“IA! Hydra! And Dagon!”
“Alive, still alive!”

Alive, a-live-o
Alive, a-live-o
“IA! Hydra! And Dagon!”
“Alive, still alive!”