(Of course, the fact that the shantyman's job *onboard ship* has been dead and gone a century or more doesn't mean that his job in the pub or on the concert hall stage is done, no, not atall... I've had the pleasure of hearing a few live. Hank Cramer and the "Crew of the Constellation" (among whose number was Heather Alexander, who was known to sing a shanty or two of her own), Séan McCann late of Great Big Sea... and then there was a certain Ontario chap who got tired of singing chanteys because he could sing along but never got to sing lead .... so he wrote one of his own, about a leaky, near-derelict Canadian privateer named the Antelope, so he could sing lead...

No, of *course* I didn't forget. How *could* I?

o/~ So here I sit in twenty-eighteen
    How I wish there was more fanfic now
It's been five years since the lyrics post
I've gotta stop laughing, or give up the ghost!
God help us all! I was told
We'd peruse for free, refining gold,
We'd sire no puns, spread no jeers.
Now I'm a broken fan laughing into my beer
The last of Barrette's Private Ears.

(No, of course, it's not that bad, I can breathe, really... but it *is* just that good... and of *course* I had to tweak it. Because *filk*. ;)