[Sea shanty, origin unknown]
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
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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.