February 17th, 2021
An Ode to the Voynich and my voyage of translating her while being a Lyft driver. Set to the tune We’ll Rant and We’ll Roar from the book Old Songs of Newfoundland.
My name it is Kate, they call me Lady Katie
I drive in Boston with car named a Temply
I’m bound to have Derek or Harry or Michael
As soon as I’m able to plank the cash down.
I’ll rant and I’ll howl like a true Galwegian
I’ll rant and I’ll howl in fourth gear and below
Until I see bottom inside the two gold vaults
When straight through the Channel to Oak Island I’ll go.
I’m a daughter of a Templar, and a engineer in a trader
I can dance, I can sing, I can translate the Voynich
I can handle a car, and cuts through Mass Pike
Whenever I gets in a car’s standing room.
I’ll rant and I’ll howl like a true Galwegian
I’ll rant and I’ll howl in fourth gear and below
Until I see bottom inside the two gold vaults
When straight through the Channel to Oak Island I’ll go.
If the Voynich is good, this fall will do it
I wants two pounds ten for a ring and the priest
A couple of dollars for clean shirt and collars
And a handful of coppers to make up a feast.
I’ll rant and I’ll howl like a true Galwegian
I’ll rant and I’ll howl in fourth gear and below
Until I see bottom inside the two gold vaults
When straight through the Channel to Oak Island I’ll go.
There’s plump little Billy, his name is Goldsworthy
There’s John Coady’s Kevin and Mark Tibbo
There’s Carl from Porto and young Doug Foley
But the nicest of all is my Man in Galloway.
I’ll rant and I’ll howl like a true Galwegian
I’ll rant and I’ll howl in fourth gear and below
Until I see bottom inside the two gold vaults
When straight through the Channel to Oak Island I’ll go.
Farewell and adieu to ye strong ones of Portugal
Farewell and adieu to ye men in the Cove
I’m bound to the northward, to the tunnel of gold vaults
I’ll take him from Galloway the wide world to rove.
I’ll rant and I’ll howl like a true Galwegian
I’ll rant and I’ll howl in fourth gear and below
Until I see bottom inside the two gold vaults
When straight through the Channel to Oak Island I’ll go.
Farewell and adieu to ye men of St. Kryan’s
Of Paradise and Presque, big and little Justin
I’m bound unto Galloway to marry handsome Howe
And if I don’t do so then there’s is always Dodson
I’ll rant and I’ll howl like a true Galwegian
I’ll rant and I’ll howl in fourth gear and below
Until I see bottom inside the two gold vaults
When straight through the Channel to Oak Island I’ll go.
I’ve bought me a house from Katherine Davis
A twenty pound bed from Jimmy McGraw
I’ll get me a settle, a pot and a kettle
And then I’ll be ready for Biddy, hurrah!
I’ll rant and I’ll howl like a true Galwegian
I’ll rant and I’ll howl in fourth gear and below
Until I see bottom inside the two gold vaults
When straight through the Channel to Oak Island I’ll go.
Then here is a health to the men of Fox Hollow
Of Oderin and Presque, Crabbes Hole and Bruley
Now let ye be jolly, don’t be melancholy
I can’t marry all or in chokey I’d be.
I’ll rant and I’ll howl like a true Galwegian
I’ll rant and I’ll howl in fourth gear and below
Until I see bottom inside the two gold vaults
When straight through the Channel to Oak Island I’ll go.
Tucker STEM Team 