Man-catchers took me family, shipped them to Kingston town
I was left in Dublin, no way out but down
I shipped aboard for better fare, stories I could tell
I left that hole behind me, landed straight in hell
Chorus:
We want the sun, the ocean to swim in
Tobacco, rum, the wild island women
The old man says we're homeward bound
The crew says, "No, turn this ship around"
They lash us without warning, they starve us every man
They work us day and night, even longer when they can
Our backs are burned and blistered, fever's taken hold
women
warning
waits
treachery
taken
without
string
starve
sighted
stories
sherry
scurvy
running
could
chorus
breeze
bellies
every
shipped
captain
knives
burned
bound
brine
powder
blood
homeward
blistered
straight
behind
better
catchers
beware
never
below
around
aboard
bermuda
decks
spirit
backs
drink
family
flashing
foredeck
misery
glass
island
first
kingston
tobacco
morning
landed
longer
night
murder
rumblings
ocean
cabin
dublin
pistol
bastard
rigging
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