Come gather, ye sailors, for a rowdy, salt-soaked night,

With My Druthers and The Bards of Gungywamp to lift your spirits bright!

Doors at 8, show at 9, 10 doubloons gets ya in

My Druthers

In a crowded pub where the taplines gleam,

My Druthers arrive like a saltwater dream,

Boots on the wood and the room starts to sway,

They turn cheap beer into a sailor’s day,

Every chorus rising, loud and free,

Like a ship finding rhythm on an inland sea

Bards of Gungywamp

In a dim-lit pub where the stories cling,

The Bards of Gungywamp make the rafters ring,

Voices threading through smoke and hum,

Like ancient woods that refuse to go numb,

Each refrain a myth in a pint glass glow,

Soft as stone, and steady as flow.