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Lyrics for Saladin Mutiny by Unknown:
| | | Artist: | Unknown |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | Saladin Mutiny | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 183 | | | | Lyrics: | The Saladin Mutiny
My name if is George Jones, I am from the county Clare:
I leaved
my ancient parents and I leaved them living there
I fell in bent for roving, 'twas home I could
not stay,
So much against my parents' will I shipped and went to sea.
I shipped on
board the Saladin; I shudder at her name.
She was a Valparaiso boat bound to the Spanish
Main.
I shipped as cabin steward; that proved my fatal day
When a demon came on board of
us and led us all astray.
He said he'd work his passage. The ship was homeward
bound
With copper ore and silver worth many thousand pounds.
Besides, two cabin passengers
on board of us did come:
The one was Mr. Fielding and the other one was his
son.
Being on a Sunday morning I'm sorry to relate
We started this desperate
enterprise and first we killed our mate.
And next we killed the carpenter and overboard him
threw
Our captain he did soon meet death with four more of our crew.
An oath was
next administered to all the rest of the crew,
And like a band of brothers we were sworn to be
true.
Being on a Sunday morning when that bloody deed was done
Then Fielding brought a
Bible and swore in every one.
The firearms and weapons all we threw into the sea.
He
said he'd steer for Newfoundland, to which we did agree
We found with Captain Fielding (for
which he lost his life)
A brace of loaded pistols, likewise a carving knife.
His son
he begged for mercy for he was all alone,
But his sad tale was soon cut short and overboard was
thrown.
We served him as his father who met a watery grave;
We buried son and father
beneath the stormy waves.
And next it was agreed upon before the wind to keep.
We
had the world before us; we were on the trackless deep
We ofttimes kept before the wind as we
could do no more
And on the twenty-ninth of May were shipwrecked on shore
To Newgate
we were taken, bound down in iron chain,
Confessing to our deadly crimes and all whom we had
slain.
So fare you well, my parents dear, I'll never see you more
So fare you well, my own
sweetheart, you're the girl that I adore.
Note: A true incident that happened in
1843.
From Folk Songs of Canada, Fowkes.
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