The ezFolk Sails
with apologies to Steve Adams for stealing his metaphor

The ezFolk is a mighty ship with sails of white and blue.
With a hold of tuneful treasures and a trusty crusty crew,
And Captain Richard at the helm through calm or blowing gales,
Over waves of music on a sea of song, the ezFolk she sails.

(Chorus) O, the ezFolk is a mighty ship with sails of white and blue.
With a hold of tuneful treasures and a trusty crusty crew,
And Captain Richard at the helm through calm or blowing gales,
Over waves of music on a sea of song, the ezFolk she sails.

There's Amy, Banjo Brad, and crusty Dusty on the crew,
Seamus, Dan and Holley, Phil and Ed, to name a few,
With Greg, the 1B4U, on the bowsprit with a mop,
And Steve up in the crow's nest, 'cause he's 12Bontop.

Now, I was just a stowaway, a-hiding in the hold,
As we sailed with hornpipe, jig, and reel, and song and story bold.
We'd swap tall tales and tunes, as Will and Ricky led the way,
And we sang around the capstan as we heaved and hauled away.

(Chorus) O, the ezFolk is a mighty ship with sails of white and blue...

And then, one fateful day we sailed into a mighty storm.
We battened hatches, bailed the bilge, short-sheeted her from harm;
We kept on singing, even as we lashed down all in sight,
And we scrambled to the rails, as first she listed left, then right.

Just when we thought things couldn't get worse, up and o'er the rail
The Carolina pirates set upon us in the gale.
They cleaned us out of gold and food, left only jigs and reels.
Cap'n Richard, in his delerium, he handed me the wheel.

(Chorus) O, the ezFolk is a mighty ship with sails of white and blue...


He launched a dory, scrambled in, and into the sunset rowed,
Looking for his Shangri-Lay, or some such sweet abode.
I took the wheel, set the sails; we sang our sailing song.
We sailed and sang and sailed into the doldrums ere too long.

Drifting in the doldrums, singing, what could be the harm?
But then the doldrums ended with another mighty storm.
We battened hatches, bailed the bilge, short-sheeted her a' round,
But while Terry was checking out the charts, I ran the ship aground.

(Chorus) O, the ezFolk is a mighty ship with sails of white and blue...

We bailed in vain, and heaved jetsam her poundage to unroll,
To try to float the ezFolk free from that cursèd shoal.
We launched the dories, and clambered in to all those little boats,
But even with our tonnage gone she still would not free float.

Silhouetted in the distant rosy mist, a sweet mirage?
Lo, it's Cap'n Richard rowing back, towing a mighty barge,
Abrim with ping-pong balls he'd won out there in Shangri-Lay,
With which we filled the ezFolk's hold, and floated her away.

(Chorus) O, the ezFolk is a mighty ship with sails of white and blue...

Now I am just a cabin boy.  I still sleep in the hold.
We sail with hornpipe, jig, and reel, and song and story bold.
We swap tall tales and tunes, none taller than I sing today,
And we sing around the capstan as we heave and haul away.

(Sotto Voce) O, the ezFolk is a mighty ship with sails of white and blue...

(Enthusiando con handclapando e footstompando)
O, the ezFolk is a mighty ship with sails of white and blue.
With a hold of tuneful treasures and a trusty crusty crew,
And Captain Richard at the helm through calm or blowing gales,
Over waves of music on a sea of song, the ezFolk she sails.

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