Available now on all streaming sites! : tinyurl.com/eirywell Storyline: A stranded sea captain washed ashore on some island after her ship sunk and just wanted a goddamn drink (deserved). So, she made her way to the local tavern but she didn't have any money! (the sea stole it, the bastard) She then stole a lute from a bard (who was just passing by, the poor lad) and started to sing for her supper. The stomps, claps, and cheers are from the other bar patrons! LYRICS: There once was a ship that put to sea And the name of that ship was the Billy o' Tea The winds blew hard, her bow dipped down Blow, me bully boys, blow (huh) Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguing is done We'll take our leave and go She had not been two weeks from shore When down on her a right whale bore The captain called all hands and swore She'd take that whale in tow (huh) Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguing is done We'll take our leave and go Before the boat had hit the water The whale's tail came up and caught her All hands to the side, harpooned and fought her When she dived down below (huh) Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguing is done We'll take our leave and go No line was cut, no whale was freed An' the captain's mind was not on greed But she belonged to the Whaleman's creed She took that ship in tow (huh) Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguing is done We'll take our leave and go For forty days or even more (ooh) The line went slack then tight once more All boats were lost, there were only four And still that whale did go Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguing is done We'll take our leave and go As far as I've heard, the fight's still on The line's not cut, and the whale's not gone The Wellerman makes his regular call To encourage the captain, crew and all Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguing is done We'll take our leave and go Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguing is done We'll take our leave and go
Captain: “Arg matey, we be needing a jolly ole shanty for this here voyage of these fair seas, do ye think ye has the pipes for such a task?” Eiry: “Hold my cutlass.”
fun fact!! the name “wellerman” comes from the profession of the sailors who made it. often known as “whaler men,” they would sing this song while hard at work. some accounts say it might have also come from a family name, although the presence of whaler men in sea shanties is quite common. look at Rolling Down to Old Maui for example ^^
The name wellerman comes from the company founded by the Weller brothers (Joseph, George and Edward). They became the most important trade company in New Zealand in the XIXth century. They traded mostly whale-derived products and kept a line of ships to supply whaling ships so they didn't have to come back to harbour to re-supply. The sailors gave those ships the name "wellerman" (as in "the man from the Weller company").
There once was a show that was on TV And that whole show was on the BBC The winds blew hard, the temps were wrong No, my weather boys , no (huh) Soon may the Weatherman come To tell us whether to hide and run One day, when the thunder is done We'll take our leave and go (Outside) The show had not been long on air When all of a sudden their funds were bare They'd spent it all on green screen tech And none to make the show. Soon may the Weatherman come To tell us whether to hide and run One day, when the thunder is done We'll take our leave and go (Outside)
I love my amazing cover duo. Reinaery and Anna. When they do the same song its so interesting to see the difference between the covers, for example Annas cover reminds me of the whole Black pearl singing the song in the middle of the sea and Reinaerys reminds of Jack singing it alone, drunk, stranded on an island.
She blinked but sand was crusted on her eyelashes and falling into her eyes. She jerked her head up and used her grimy fingers to try and get the grit out, but it just made it worse. Eiry reached for her canteen that was usually at her waist to wash her face, but it was missing. Gritting her teeth, she aggressively blinked and soon her vision began to clear. Blearily looking around her, she discovered that she was lying on a beach. It was one that she didn’t recognise. It seems her misfortune was still chasing her into an early grave. Her clothes were sodden as she brushed off the majority of the sand that was clinging to her briny skin. Detangling her purple hair with her fingers, Eiry quickly plaited it messily before plucking her tri-corned hat from her feet and placing it on her head at its’ usual jaunty angle. The familiarity of it calmed her in the foreign place. After all she had nothing. She had lost her crew, her ship, and not even her coin purse was spared. Eiry pursed her lips, gritting her teeth, she looked for a way off this dratted beach. In the distance, there was a small rotting row-boat and beyond that, a small dock. At least there was some signs of civilisation. Ignoring her grief and steadying herself, she strode forward, determined to get a drink if it killed her. She deserved it, the pain in her heart still throbbing. The sun bore down, quickly drying her thin white shirt and allowing her to look somewhat presentable as she reached the dock. Just ahead there was a winding path through a humid jungle. Looking out to the sea, the only place that had ever felt like home, she raised a hand in farewell and then turned following the makeshift, shaking her head at her childishness. The path soon began to widen, and the trees became sparser as it opened into a bustling town. It must have been mid-afternoon by the position of the sun. There has to be an open inn somewhere. Sauntering round, a smile plastered on her face, she searched for a pub sign hanging from the rickety buildings. There was still the matter of her coin-purse being stolen by the sea - that bastard. Chuckling to herself, she looked at the stalls. It must be market day which usually only happened on the seventh day. It can’t be Sunday already? She must have been in the water longer than she had thought. It was a miracle that she had survived. And yet no one else had, or at least she highly doubted it. Banishing that thought to the back of her mind, she focused back on the task at hand. A pint of ale. Hearing muffled singing from a side street, Eiry peered into it, her eyes lighting up as her prize was finally in her sight. A man - already drunk - was staggering out of a building named “The Broken Hourglass.” Perfect. The man was now much closer, lurching back and forth. Half of his teeth were missing, his silver hair patchy and frizzy. Curling her lip in disgust, she hid it quickly behind a charming smile. He was so close that she could smell his alcohol heavy breath. “Now what can I do for ya, darlin’?” His words were slurred and slow, as his mind tried to catch up with his mouth. Eiry raised her eyebrows in a careful face of innocence, despite her hand slowly pulling out her rapier from its’ scabbard. “Oh my, Sir, are you doing alright? You look mighty ill.” The man waved her off, and as he lazily blinked, Eiry whipped her sword out fully and shoved him into an alleyway. The blade was at his bearded throat and her eyes narrowed at him. “Coin purse. Now.” She hissed harshly and gave him a few moments to process that he was being mugged by a lass. He began to tremble, and his meaty fingers scrabbled at his belt, blindly searching for his money. Tears began to streak down his face, which only made her roll her eyes. As he shoved the purse into her waiting hand, he growled out, “The gallows are waiting for you, pirate.”. She smirked at his empty threat and bashed him over the head with the hilt of her sword. Blood began to trickle down his forehead, as he went unconscious and crumpled to the cobbled floor. “Only if I’m caught.” Opening the cracked leather of the purse, she threw it down in disgust. It held a box of matches and a pipe with no coins. Of course the drunkard has already spent all his money. Giving him one last cruel kick in the side to calm her anger, she slunk out of the alley and finally entered the inn. It was rowdy, as men crowded the tables, slamming down shots of spirits and glugging down pints of ale. Heading over to the bar, she leaned onto the suspiciously sticky wood and waved down the barkeep. “Any chance of a free drink?” He raised an eyebrow but shook his head. “Sorry ma’am, if you can’t pay, no service.” She sighed dramatically, not surprised, but still annoyed that she couldn’t satisfy her thirst to drown her sorrows. Leaning onto the bar, she scanned the patrons. She couldn’t pull the same stunt as the one in the alley, she would be hunted down instantly. No one would listen to one drunkard’s ramblings, but two drunkards meant she would end up behind bars. Her eyes lingered at a young man with bright golden hair sitting alone on a stool at the other end of that bar. He had a worn lute strapped to his back, his clothes ripped but they must have once been very handsome on him. One might even say regal. He seemed naïve enough to try to help a stranger. He obviously hadn’t learn the way of the world yet. Catching his eyes, Eiry tipped her hat and forced herself to blush under his attention. It was easy enough to do on command after all these years. The boy’s eyes widened comically at her, and he waved the barkeep over to him. He whispered harshly at the older man and gestured vaguely towards Eiry. The barkeep nodded after the quick conversation and began to make his way over to her. “Ma’am, that lad over there asks if you’ll join him.” “Oh, how sweet!” She exclaimed and glanced back at the young man, her smile widening. She walked over to him and sat down on the stool opposite the boy, refusing to meet his gaze, pretending to be shy at his attention. Truly she only had eyes for his instrument. If she could just get her hands on it, perhaps she could pay for a drink that way. Eiry didn’t particularly want to mess with the boy’s emotions, he seemed nice enough after all. But then again, if he was foolish enough to allow a woman with a sword to approach him, then he deserved her stealing his lute for a few hours. Before he could speak, she leaned closer, fluttering her eyelashes at the young lad. As he raised his arm for the bartender to buy another drink, his attention not on her, she snatched his lute from his back. He yelped as she leaped off the stool and twirled around, her hair flying out from the makeshift plait and framing her face. Strumming the chords, she began to kick chairs and tables out of the way to make space in the middle of the pub. The young bard tried to protest, chasing after her as she danced around the scummy bar, but she led him in circles until she began to sing. The crowd fell quiet as her voice rang out until they began to stomp a beat accompanying her tune. She sang for her supper, but she also sang to remember her crew, her ship and to recognise their sacrifice. In the morning she would leave at first light, but for now she focused on her dance and the strings she would pluck next if only to keep her mind silent. Sorry, it's so long, i got very carried away. Its defo over 1300 words :/ Anyways thanks if you made it all the way down! Hopefully you enjoyed it.
A siren witnessed a ship crashing onto an island. She swam over to take a look and see if there was anything she might find of value, when she saw the captain swimming to shore. She quickly hid herself as not to be seen. Once the captian was on shore she swam back down to the ship. Hours later she returns to the surface and hears singing. The voice ever so majestic, she gets as close as she can without being seen. Alas, it was not close enough. Knowing the captian needed money to get off the island, the siren helped some wash itself up by the captain's camp. When the captian returns that night she discovers her luck. She buys passage off of the island. The captain sails to the Walls of Wapping to meet her partner. When she arrived, her girlfriend breaks up with her, saying the stress of not knowing if the captian would return was too much to bear. The siren watches the exchange, taking in the captain's looks. Her hair, which hangs in ringlets, and her eyes, as black as coal. The siren slowly falls for her. Unbeknownst to the the captain, the siren joins her on her expeditions. She realizes more and more with each expedition that she is in love with this jolly sailor bold, and musters up enough courage to confront her. After some time knowing her, the captian decides she wishes to show the siren the land. The siren regretfully informs her she cannot go on land. The two must embark on a journey to a mystical shipwreck in search for a medallion rumored to allow sirens to transform into humans so long as they wear the medallion.....
Part 2: When the two find the shipwreck, they search and search for the medallion. After days of searching, they find it. They see if it works, and by Neptune's beard it does! The siren and her jolly sailor explore the land together, until one fateful night when the sailorbis away buying treats, and a thief steals the medallion right off the siren. The siren transforms, and out of supirse the thief freezes. Guards quickly rush to capture her, and take back the medallion. They bind and gag her so she cannot bewitch them with her song. Hearing the commotion, the captian rushes to find out what is happening. She discovers that her beloved siren is to be publicly executed because the king blames her kind for his naval ships sinking. The captian must find a way to rescue her love with the help of her crew.....
Part 3: After a dangerous caper to infiltrate the castle and save the siren, the sailor realizes how in love with the siren she is. She assigns a new captian to her crew, who are sad to see her go, but happy to see her find love. They stay friends, and the sailor buys a new, smaller ship. She and the siren live out their days happy. Some days they sail, and the siren swims along side the sailor. Other days, they spend in a small cottage they bought far away from the kingdom. As a declaration of love for each other, they come up with a song that has both siren and sailor elements. Years later, they find an abandoned child at a port, and they adopt them. They raise the child, and teach them their song. They go on many adventures, the biggest of all, their love for each other.
Counting with this one, I already have three versions of this song, and I'm not complaining (I'm totally showing this to my friend, she really likes this song too)
I love this channel, especially because you have a great voice and production quality! I often struggle to find new wlw music where the queer message isn‘t just hidden behind 100 metaphors so listening to your covers and originals just feels good and wholesome, so thank you!
i don't know if you'll see this but can you try doing "little miss perfect" next? it's really popular in the owl house fandom since it's Amity and Luz's literal song- basically, it's a lumity song now lmao
This blew me away this is actually my first time hearing this and as soon I listened to the music I Immediately started dancing and I started acting like a pirate while dancing 😍🤩👏🏽💙
Was listening to your Spotify playlist and all of a sudden this song came up, never added a song so fast to my playlist. Also was taking my final......but who cares anything for Reinaeiry lol
