captain bligh, fletcher christian, mutiny

Spirit of the Bounty

I've tried all my life
To listen as best I can
To learn from my elders
And respect my fellow man
But you and your lifestyle
So privileged and so grand
Born to be a ruler
Born to raise your hand.

Blast your eyes sir
You're the worst kind of swine
Testing our patience time after time
And now the time has come
The whispering done
You're staring down the barrel 
Of your very own gun
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
We are one, you and I
We must do or we must die
We are one, you and I
We must do or we must die.

Stacey James was pressganged
He got a boot print on his neck
He was flogged ten times and keelhauled
Now he's scrubbing heaven's deck
Who could have known
When we left old England's shore
We'd be set on by a pack of wolves
Hunted like wild boar.

For your lives boys
Oh freedom will come
Self-determination is a prize hard won
The dogs would sell us out
Never leave us be
Caught between the Devil and the deep blue sea
Where will it end?
Where will it end?
This is where it ends.

Blast your eyes sir
You're the worst kind of swine
Three sheets to the wind
Most of the time
Beatin' on the men, even beatin' on the cat
The tide has turned now what ye think about that?
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
We are one, you and I
We must do or we must die
We are one, you and I
We must do or we must die.

Batten down the hatches
The future's gonna be rough
Rum for all the brave young men
Looks like they've had enough
There's blood on our hands boys
So what we gonna do,
Sail back to our sweethearts
To pay the final due?

© Severn Dwyer. 2015

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