This is an old sea-shanty that got stuck in my head during my 11th episode of "The Pit of Ultimate Dark Shadows". It's based on the song "200 Miles Away." My spouse loved it, but when I saw the dark ending that episode had, I removed it as the ending credits song, to his dismay. :(

As with many songs of olde, they tend get re-worked like this, and often did in those days as well, so the alteration of Mag and Lag (as opposed to Meg and Leg) rhyme fits, especially with the way of old sea-dogs and their habit of muddling words to fit a rhyme. Or "Lag" could be seen as "Lagging", i.e. a large gap of years wherein a problem didn't get resolved. Similar metaphor with "sea", as perhaps a "sea of time".

200 Years Away

Ho! for a brave and gallant ship
An' a fast and fav'rin breeze
With a bully crew an a CAPTAIN too
To carry me over the seas;
To carry me over the seas, me boys,
To me true love far away,
I'm takin' a trip on a spiritual ship
Two-hundred years away.

Then blow ye winds hi-ho!
An' a rovin' I will go.
I'll pretend no more about England's shore
to hear the music play.
I'm off for the State of Maine,
and I won't be back again.
For I'm on the move to me own true love,
Two-hundred years away.

My true-love she is beautiful,
my true-love she is young,
But she'd taken a trip on a spiritual ship
Out to Penobscot Bay
Out to Penobscot Bay, me boys,
And though she's far away.
I'll never forget me own true love
Two-hundred years away.

Then blow ye winds hi-ho!
An' a rovin' I will go.
I'll pretend no more about England's shore
to hear the music play.
I'm off to the State of Maine,
and I won't be back again.
For I'm on the move to me own true love,
Two-hundred years away.

It was was a misty evening,
When last I had seen me Mag,
She'd a spiritual band around each hand
and another one around her lag;
and another one around her lag, m'boys
as she jumped into the bay
"Adieu" she said, "Remember me"
Two-hundred years away.

Then blow ye winds hi-ho!
An' a rovin' I will go.
I'll pretend no more about England's shore
to hear the music play.
I'm off for the State of Maine,
and I won't be back again.
For I'm on the move to me own true love,
Two-hundred years away.

I wish I was a boatswain bold
Or a seaman without fear.
I'd man a boat and away I'd float,
An' strait to me true love steer;
An' strait to me true love steer, m'boys,
Where the whales and dolphins play.
Where the whales and sharks are having their larks
Two-hundred years away.

Then blow ye winds hi-ho!
An' a rovin' I will go.
I'll pretend no more about England's shore
to hear the music play.
I'm off for the State of Maine,
and I won't be back again.
For I'm on the move to me own true love,
Two-hundred years away.

Feel free to review, I know it's a short piece. (And for anyone who liked "Pit", please click the author's name to check out the profile there. I discovered that in the profile, website links ARE allowed. There is currently a podcast version of that story on Archive & The Audio Fan Fiction Library. It'll respond a little odd, but if you have google chrome it will open another tab... Learn somethin' new everyday, I guess!)