Under the Moldy Elk

[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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