t.t.t.o. Work of the Weavers (traditional Scottish)
They're scary hi-tech savages; some say they're cannibal.
Their ships are streaked with human blood, with corpses on the hull.
And living out here in the Black might be too safe and dull...
If it wasna for the work o' the Reavers.
If it wasna for the Reavers, what would you do?
Alliance coulda had the time to turn it's guns on you.
You'd end up in the hands o' men who wear the gloves o' blue...
If it wasna for the work o' the Reavers.
Each time we reach port safely, it's time to celebrate.
The merchants all are always glad to see us, and their freight.
You know they'd only bitch and groan each time we raised our rate...
If it wasna for the work o' the Reavers.
If it wasna for the Reavers, what would you do?
Alliance coulda had the time to turn it's guns on you.
You'd end up in the hands o' men who wear the gloves o' blue...
If it wasna for the work o' the Reavers.
They're murders and rapists; they're every kind o' vile
You've never seen a Reaver ship? Well, wait here for a while.
Those young Alliance troupers wouldna know the taste o' bile...
If it wasna for the work o' the Reavers.
If it wasna for the Reavers, what would you do?
Alliance coulda had the time to turn it's guns on you.
You'd end up in the hands o' men who wear the gloves o' blue...
If it wasna for the work o' the Reavers.
If it wasna for Joss Whedon, what would you view?
You wouldna seen Serenity, nor met her tiny crew.
You wouldna heard o' Zander, Willow, Giles and Buffy, too...
If it wasna for the work o' the Whedon.
Revised lyrics: CC BY-NC 2007, Rich Brown