Leave Her, Johnny Perfume Oil

LEAVE HER, JOHNNY

Oh the times are hard and the wages low
Leave her, Johnny, leave her
Oh the times are hard and the wages low
And it’s time for us to leave her.

Oh my old mother she wrote to me
‘My dear son, come home from sea.’

It was rotten meat and weevilly bread
‘You’ll eat or starve,’ the Old Man said.

I thought I heard the Old Man say
‘You can go ashore and collect your pay.’

It’s time for us to say goodbye
For the old pierhead is drawing nigh.

Leave her, Johnny, leave her
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her
The voyage is done and the winds don’t blow
And it’s time for us to leave her.

A sailor’s love song to her ship: Laotian oud, white cedarwood, sweet black patchouli, spiced rum, blackened fig, and coconut.

5ml Perfume Oil
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Fire Down Below

A collection of sea chanteys, hauling and pulling shanties, sailor’s songs, and sea chants.

On Halloween 2007, Ted and I got married. Our wedding was pirate-themed: pirate invitations, pirate garb requested of all guests, pirate everything. The guy who designed and constructed our wedding clothes was one of the people from the costume department on the original Pirates of the Caribbean film (the perks of living in LA?); my wedding dress was loosely modeled on Tia Dalma’s outfit in At World’s End. I didn’t walk down the aisle to the Wedding March – the violinist played the song from the Pirates of the Caribbean ride for us while Brian – in privateer finery – escorted me to the altar. During our reception, there were nonstop pirate shanties, sailing songs, and nineteenth-century drinking songs on rotation.

Surely, the Sea Shanty (Chanty, Chantey) Renaissance is a sign of brighter times ahead! 

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