The blind man in the corner
Took a deep swig of his ale
Then, playing his mandolin,
Began singing the epic tale
Of the taking of her ladyship
By a bold and cheeky squire;
How kisses poured on upturned lips
Set two racing hearts on fire.
Told of discovery in the morning
When my lady shouted rape
As the bold and cheeky squire
Barely made good his escape.
The blind man in the corner
Addressed his ale once more
Until, called by his audience
Began singing an encore.
He sang about the sailor life.
A very different type of tale
Told of climbing swaying masts
For the setting of the sails;
Told about the desperate struggle
On a squally stormy night
When a grip lost on a rope
Cost Jack Tar his sight.
The blind man in the corner
Drained his ale right down
Listened to the coins rattling
As the hat was passed around.