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BLUE SUN ROOM FILK
To the tune of Gilbert and Sullivan's "I Have A Song to Sing," from Yeomen of the Guard
CATEGORY: FILK TIMES READ: 2661 RATING: 9 SERIES: FIREFLY
Jack and Elsie's little bit of innuendo becomes, shall we say, somewhat less subtle in the hands of two more fortunate lovers.
Original lyrics _______________________________________________ Simon: I have a song to sing, oh Kaylee: Sing me your song, oh Simon: It is sung in the stars And in shady bars Far ‘way from the Central Worlds, oh! It’s the song of a doctor man, gripped with fear Of the Hands of Blue, whose tramp drew near He'd thrown away a bright career And he feared for the life of his sister River, River, Misery me, lack-a-day-dee The Hands of Blue, their tramp drew near And he feared for the life of his sister Kaylee: I have a song to sing, oh Simon: Sing me your song, oh Kaylee: It is sung on the ship On an endless trip Where the doctor found a place, oh! It’s the song of an engineer, not too shy Who loved the doctor but knew not why The doctor ignored her, gripped with fear Of the Hands of Blue, whose tramp grew near He'd thrown away a bright career And he feared for the life of his sister River, River, Misery me, lack-a-day-dee The Hands of Blue, their tramp drew near And he feared for the life of his sister Simon: I have a song to sing, oh Kaylee: Sing me your song, oh Simon: It is sung to the thrum Of Alliance guns And a doleful dirge ding dong, oh! It’s the song of an Op’rative, fierce and grim And all the friends who were murdered by him The friends of the engineer, not too shy Who loved the doctor and this is why The doctor ignored her, gripped with fear Of the Op'rative, whose tramp grew near He'd thrown away a bright career And he feared for the life of his sister River, River, Misery me, lack-a-day-dee The Op'rative, his tramp drew near And he feared for the life of his sister Kaylee: I have a song to sing, oh Simon: Sing me your song, oh Kaylee: It is sung with a gun By folk on the run For it tells of a fearful fight, o! It’s the song of Heroes, Big and Damn Who had a way, better than a plan It’s the song of the Reavers, so fong luh Who fought the heroes but could not break through And the doctor said, if we die this day Then all I regret is that I’ve delayed In ****ing the engineer, not too shy But it’s too late, for our time is nigh --to hell with this, she said, I won’t die And you’ll have the true love of Kaylee Simon and Kaylee: Kaylee, Kaylee He wants her that way, ah-hey-hey-hey And he had her there, on the engine room floor For he had the true love of Kaylee Kaylee, Kaylee He wants her that way, ah-hey-hey-hey And he had her there, on the engine room floor For he had the true love of Kaylee
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Simon: I have a song to sing, oh
Kaylee: Sing me your song, oh
Simon:
It is sung in the stars
And in shady bars
Far ‘way from the Central Worlds, oh!
It’s the song of a doctor man, gripped with fear
Of the Hands of Blue, whose tramp drew near
He'd thrown away a bright career
And he feared for the life of his sister
River, River,
Misery me, lack-a-day-dee
The Hands of Blue, their tramp drew near
Kaylee: I have a song to sing, oh
Simon: Sing me your song, oh
Kaylee:
It is sung on the ship
On an endless trip
Where the doctor found a place, oh!
It’s the song of an engineer, not too shy
Who loved the doctor but knew not why
The doctor ignored her, gripped with fear
Of the Hands of Blue, whose tramp grew near
It is sung to the thrum
Of Alliance guns
And a doleful dirge ding dong, oh!
It’s the song of an Op’rative, fierce and grim
And all the friends who were murdered by him
The friends of the engineer, not too shy
Who loved the doctor and this is why
Of the Op'rative, whose tramp grew near
The Op'rative, his tramp drew near
It is sung with a gun
By folk on the run
For it tells of a fearful fight, o!
It’s the song of Heroes, Big and Damn
Who had a way, better than a plan
It’s the song of the Reavers, so fong luh
Who fought the heroes but could not break through
And the doctor said, if we die this day
Then all I regret is that I’ve delayed
In ****ing the engineer, not too shy
But it’s too late, for our time is nigh
--to hell with this, she said, I won’t die
And you’ll have the true love of Kaylee
Simon and Kaylee:
Kaylee, Kaylee
He wants her that way, ah-hey-hey-hey
And he had her there, on the engine room floor
For he had the true love of Kaylee
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