A traditional drinking song of the Erastrians, the maritine people of the south. From a collection of poems from, The Sword to Unite
Set Sail!
Set Sail! Set Sail you folk of Baudoin!
For you destiny lies across the sea
And the chance won’t soon come again
In lands so rich and hearths so warm
Where a man can trip over lots of gold
Set Sail!
Set Sail! Set Sail you folk of Baudoin!
For there we face our final test
Our path set against our foes
So pack your things
For the harbormaster calls your name
Set Sail!
Set Sail! Set Sail you folk of Baudoin!
Let not the storm drag you down
Nor the wind send you off course
Let the stars be your guide
As they have for many generations before
Set Sail!
Set Sail! Set Sail you folk of Baudoin!
