Under the moldy elk, and over the bounding main
some things are so terrible, you never can explain
and when the wind do blow, with icy rain and snow
it’s under the moldy elk, and over the side we go
Chorus:
Under the moldy
under the moldy
under the moldy elk
Under the moldy
under the moldy
under the moldy elk
Arrrrrrr
Under the moldy elk, and in the blackest night
no one on the crew, would e’er turn on a light
’cause when you down below, and no one else can know
it’s under the moldy elk, and over the side we go
Chorus:
Under the moldy
under the moldy
under the moldy elk
Under the moldy
under the moldy
under the moldy elk
Arrrrrrr
John Hamilton Farr lives in Taos, New Mexico, U.S.A. As New York Times best-selling author James C. Moore tells it, John is “a man attuned to the world who sees it differently than you and I and writes about it with a language and a vision of life that is impossible to ignore.” See BUFFALO LIGHTS, TAOS SOUL, ANOTHER DAY IN PARADISE, and THE HELEN CHRONICLES. He has been publishing online since 1996 (Zoo Zone, Farr Site, MacFaust, GRACK!, FarrFeed). This JHFARR.COM site is the master online writing archive. Links to all current sites including NFT collections at linktree. To email John, please see CONTACT INFO on About page.
kayeAugust 30, 2013, 6:04 AM
Thanks for the laughter this fine morn…with coffee and the bunnies out to play hide n seek with the cats! Could you write a shanty for Callie the wonder cat? I’ll be cackling all day about this one….
JHFAugust 30, 2013, 7:08 AM
Hi, Kaye! Glad you like it. I have no idea where it came from.
Thanks for the laughter this fine morn…with coffee and the bunnies out to play hide n seek with the cats! Could you write a shanty for Callie the wonder cat? I’ll be cackling all day about this one….
Hi, Kaye! Glad you like it. I have no idea where it came from.