Once he was happy and had a good life,
He had enough marks and not any strife.
Then he met with a dragon and went on a spree,
Was taught of flyin' and learnt then of whiskey.
Greens, whiskey and wild wild women
They'll drive you crazy, they'll drive you insane
Greens, whiskey and wild wild women
They'll drive you crazy, they'll drive you insane
His blue cracked his shell and, after, his head,
Gave him his name and from there on it led.
From one green t'others, and while winnin's nice,
Losin' is where he started his vice.
Well he drank Benden whiskey, and Igen and Fort,
And at each fardlin' Weyr greens ever held court.
It got so's he'd go just t'sample some brew,
It near didn't matter whether or not a green flew.
Flights are a blight, they're all over the place,
You can't fly to a weyr without seein' greens race!
Take warnin' dear friend, take warnin' dear brother,
A fire at one end, a full wing at the other.
His downfall, it came after one o'these times--
The green's girl knew things that oughta be crimes!
You've heard about bronzeriders, but you believe me,
With this wild woman, he'd not a mark nor day free.
But greens keep on risin' and he was soon out
Again and again, receivin' some shout
His wingleader disliked his not bein' around
He thought he'd fix things and confined him to ground.
But the man got resourceful and soon had his fill
O'those lower cavern girls who give a good thrill
Keepin' busy all day an' busy all night
And in between them perhaps squeezin' a flight.
And now good people, he's broken with age,
The lines on his face make a well written page.
I'm tellin' this story -- how sadly but true,
On women and whiskey and what they can do.
Write on the hides of the Weyr's history,
From drinkin' and lovin' his death's no mystery.
Take warnin' poor stranger, take warnin' dear friend,
In wide clear letters this tale do I lend.
Greens, whiskey and wild wild women
They'll drive you crazy, they'll drive you insane
Greens, whiskey and wild wild women
They'll drive you crazy, they'll drive you insane
