In Ipswich, we eat from out of the sea

And drink cold brine for breakfast.

We put vinegar on everything,

And lay out laundry on the rocks to dry.

And if we're not Christianizable,

We have our history

To blame and to be thankful for.

The Romans came with their confusion.

The Vikings came before

With harsher and more blistering words 

Than Hell to scare us.

But we choose to be loved

And nurtured by the Goddesses,

For we have tasted love that is stronger than death.

And so we eat out of the sea

And drink cold brine for breakfast,

And put vinegar on everything.

-jenn