Shanties in the 26th century

==Autumn of the Ashes==
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What shall we do with a junk, old Halcy?
What shall we do with a junk, old Halcy?
What shall we do with a junk, old Halcy?
Right up when the War starts!
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Autumn from the Ashes!
Put her in the dock until she's over
Put her in the dock until she's over
Put her in the dock until she's over
Totally overhauled!
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Autumn from the Ashes!
Get her ready for the FLAG
Get her ready for the FLAG
Get her ready for the FLAG
Along with all the Spartans!
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Autumn from the Ashes!
Took on their fleets and took their Gods
Took on their fleets and took their Gods
Took on their fleets and took their Gods
Took them down with her!
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Autumn from the Ashes!
Thats what we do with a junk, old Halcy
Thats what we do with a junk, old Halcy
Thats what we do with a junk, old Halcy
Autumn from the Ashes!
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Autumn from the Ashes!
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Autumn from the Ashes!
==Troopers Delight==
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I'll stop when I'm empty, I'll rest when it's done,
If the dinos don't kill me, I'll go on and fight
Hell-jumper, Hell-jumper, Hell-Jumper I cry
If the monkeys don't kill me, I'll go on and fight
I'll tune up my rifle and ride down below
I make myself known, wherever I go
Hellfire when I drop, flying brass when I land
Revenge when I'm alive and a crowded hell when I die
Hell-jumper, Hell-jumper, Hell-Jumper I cry
If the jackals don't kill me, I'll go on and and fight
They say that i'm crazy, when I call my pod home
And Spartans that don't like me, can shove it and die
Sometimes I use rifles, sometimes I use frags
Sometimes I go quiet, sometimes I go loud
Hell-jumper, Hell-jumper, Hell-Jumper I cry
If the hunters don't kill me, I'll go on and and fight
Oh Prophets, you bastards, you've been our downfall
You've killed us, you've galssed us, but we're still giving our all
If you can't kills us then, can you kill us at all?
Hell-jumper, Hell-jumper, Hell-Jumper I cry
If the buggers don't kill me, I'll go on and and fight
I'll stop when I'm empty, I'll rest when it's done,
If the grunts don't kill me, I'll go on and fight!
Hell-jumper, Hell-jumper, Hell-Jumper I cry
If the covies don't kill me, I'll make sure they die!
==The Headhunter==
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There once was a girl who was but three
When her parents did die on a colony
The girl raged hard, A grudge did grow
Die, you Covvie scum, die
Soon may the Headhunter come
To send the brutes and jackals a-run
Some day when the killing is done
She'll finally go back home
It had but been two years no more
When ONI did knock at her door
The man knelt down and to the girl he swore
Covvies would know her pain
Soon may the Headhunter come
To send the Brutes and Jackals a-run
Some day when the killing is done
She'll finally go back home
Before she trained, she hit the water
The rain drops fell down and caught her
Her hands on the chute, the cord it fought her
When she fell through the sky
Soon may the Headhunter come
To send the brutes and jackals a-run
Some day when the killing is done
She'll finally go back home 
The cord was pulled, the chute was freed
And the girl her mind, saw Covvies bleed
She soon belonged to the Spartan's creed
On the ground the wind did blow
Soon may the Headhunter come
To send the brutes and jackals a-run
One day when the killing is done
She'll finally go back home
Three years it took or even more
She trained, then fought, then trained once more
One hundred were lost of the original four
Among them she did go
Soon may the Headhunter come
To send those Brutes and Jackals a-run
Someday when the killing is done
She'll finally go back home
Claimed to be washed out, but they were wrong
Taken away she was, for she was strong
A headhunter made, it was worth it all
To kill those aliens, the Covvies will fall
Soon may the Headhunter come
To send those Brutes and Jackals a-run
Someday when the killing is done
She'll finally go back home
Soon may the Headhunter come
To send those Brutes and Jackals a-run
Someday when the killing is done
She'll finally go back home
==Nylund's Christian==
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:Adapted from Dawson's Christian by Leslie Fish and Vic Tyler.
Joseph Nylund was the captain
of the Christian and her crew,
and he flew and fought the Covies
in the war of '52.
Now the Christian was the finest ship
this side of Earth's remains,
and the crew of Joseph Nylund
was the same.
On patrol in sector seven,
keeping watch on Reach's sun,
they saw Covie cruisers slip in
though they weren't a match for one.
As they came to gen'ral quarters
and they sent off the alarm,
Nylund's crew were sure
they finally bought the farm.
No one living saw that battle
though the fleet came quick to see.
When they reached the site they found a scene
no sane man could believe.
Dead in space lay Covie cruisers
cut to ribbons all around,
but no trace of Nylund's Christian
could be found.
There are stories of the Dutchman,
the Celeste, and Cole's Everest,
there are stories of the Horseman
and Elisa's drifting rest.
But the tale that chills my spirit
more because I know it's true
is the tale of Joseph Nylund and his crew.
Aye, the tale of Nylund's Christian and her crew.
I was second mate on Gringolet,
hauling on the Traxus line;
we were set to meet a freighter
up in orbit over IX.
It was on the second shift
of that most uneventful flight
that the pirate ships appeared
out of the night.
Now to me, there was no question
for they had us four to one,
and you can't fight dirty Jackals when
your freighter has no gun.
So we stood by to be boarded
by a party yet unseen
when another ship appeared
upon our screen.
First we thought it just a pirate
but the vector was all wrong,
then we thought it might be rescue
but the signal wasn't strong.
When she didn't answer hailing
we all felt an unknown dread,
for we saw her MAC was up
and glowing red.
Now the courage of that single ship
is shown by very few,
but we never knew a ship could fly
the way the stranger flew.
Never fearing guns or numbers
like a Gúta to its meat,
the stranger fired on
the pirate fleet.
And the stranger's guns burned brighter
than all guns I'd seen before,
and the stranger's armor harder
than the darkest star's cold core.
As the battle rent the ether
we all laughed and shook our heads,
as the pirate ships were cut to bloody shreds.
Aye the pirate ships were cut to bloody shreds.
No sooner had it started
than the fighting was all done,
with the pirates' ships all shattered
and the stranger having won.
We then tried to call and thank her
but no answer could we draw,
but when we fixed a camera
this is what we saw:
There were laser holes right through her,
plasma gash along one side,
and when the Fujikawa drive went up,
no crew could have survived.
But the markings all said Christian,
and inside us each one knew,
twas the tomb of Joseph Nylund
and his crew.
Now, instead of flying off
the stranger then began to fade
first the hull, and then the bulkheads
as we cowered there, afraid.
For as the Christian disappeared
the last to slip from view
were the bones of Joseph Nylund and his crew.
Aye, the bones of Joseph Nylund and his crew.
There are stories of the Dutchman,
the Celeste, and Cole's Everest,
there are stories of the Horseman
and Elisa's drifting rest.
But the tale that chills my spirit
—and I swear to god it's true!—
is the tale of Joseph Nylund and his crew.
Aye, the tale of Nylund's Christian and her crew.
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