The Song of Wandering Hamish

Seven rounds later and I’m stilt-legged, staggeringPast facades and fading fast -Christ, I’ve lost themSomewhere between the Septim and the Centra.Lads, lads, you know I can’t swim! I swear I’m sick of seeing now,Everything’s septic and looks swallowed.But I suppose the sky is clear tonightIt’s safer off the streets, the wavesWill call everyone back eventually.Lads, lads, I’ve learned how to swim!