"The Grog"
lyrics by Benjamin Newman
ttto: "The Roc" by Leslie Fish

/ C Am - - / C G - - / Am G CG Am / Am G CG E / Am G Am G /

Still must I sit, and sit, and sit,
Not move a bit, a bit, a bit,
To bind a mind that would be free
And bid my breakfast come to me,
But wide is the plain, and lonely the life of

	/ Am - - - /

	the Grog... the Grog...

You say that the stars, the stars, the stars
Once were all ours, all ours, all ours.
Worlds we'd conquer and fix and fill
With creatures crafted to do our will.
But gone is the Slaver, and all that remains is

	the Grog... the Grog...

So far to fall, to fall, to fall;
This world is so small, so small, so small.
We lost our lordship so long ago,
Now sand and silence are all we know.
But dreams of empire hold no allure for

	the Grog... the Grog...

But now comes man, comes man, comes man,
The stars in his hand, his hand, his hand.
The grog wants only to stretch her brain,
And by fair dealing we both may gain!
The wider worlds hold much to learn for

	the Grog... the Grog...