#guosssom

[redwall-lyrics]

Beating up the river, paddling down the stream, Find me a berth, lads, somewhere I can dream, Still quiet waters there, where the lilies float, Cool and green, dark and clean, There I’ll moor this boat. Oho, you old paddle, you have made me sore, Bent my back and wearied all my paw. Pull me into harbor, there I’ll make my thanks, Lie by the river, slumber on the banks. Where the willow’s leaning o’er And the waters kiss the shore, That’s the place that I will rest, linger evermore.

-Guosssom Boatsong, Salamandastron

[redwall-lyrics]

The Guosssom shrews are off to war, With our rapiers close to paw. Woe to him who will not go To fight the vermin foe. Logalog Logalog Log-a-log! Guosssom shrews must live or die Free beneath the open sky. Battle on while we have breath, With no fear of death. Logalog Logalog Log-a-log!

-Guosssom Warsong, Salamandastron

[redwall-lyrics]

From lake to the river and down to the sea, Paddling, paddling, onward go we. The sun on the water does shine merrily As away go the logboats like birds wild and free. So paddle, my brother, I’ll sit next to you, A fine handsome creature, a bold Guosssom shrew. High sky and deep water are both colored blue. Our boats like our friends are all solid and true.

-Guossom Boatsong, Salamandastron

[redwall-lyrics]

Pull, Boys, Pull!

Pull, boys, pull! O, we’re the sons of the roarin’ shrews And the logboat is the home we choose. O, pull, me bullies, pull! Now we can stamp an’ we can fight An’ paddle logboats day and night. Pull, boys, pull! I was born in a stream on a stormy day, So I jumped in a boat and paddled away. O, pull, me bullies, pull! A paddle’s me son an’ a boat’s me wife, An’ the open water is me life. Pull, boys, pull! O, I can scoff an’ outfight you, I’m the paddlin’ son of a roarin’ shrew. O, pull, me bullies, pull!

-Guosssom Boatsong, Salamandastron

[redwall-lyrics]

I’ll sing you a song of the river-o, Where the water’s clean and clear, And the long fast Guosssom logboats go. We’re the shrews that know no fear, So bend your back and use those paws. From gravel bank to sandy shores, Your cares and woes  will disappear, Just sitting paddling here. Guossssssssom. . . . Guossssssssom! I’ll sing you a song of the river-o. It belongs to me and you. O’er deeps and shallows we’ll both go, With the finest Guosssom crew, Wheb other creatures bound to land Will not feel half so free or grand, Or know the water shrews’ great skill. So paddle with goodwill. Guosssssssssom. . . . Guossssssssssom!

-Guosssom Boatsong, Salamandastron