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BbAnd to hell we must sail For the Shores of sweet Barbados Where the sGmugar cane grows taller
Than the god we once believed in
Till the bBbutcher and his crown Raped the land we used to sleep in Now tGmomorrow chimes of ghostly crFimes That hGmauntN.C. Tobacco Island
TwGmas 1 9 forgotten now for sure They dBbragged us from our homeland
With the musket and their gun
CrGmomwell and his roundheads Battered all we know ShBbackled hopes of freedom
We're now but stolen goods
DFarken the horizon Blackened from the sun This rAmotten cage of Bridgetown Is Cwhere I now belong
And to hBbell we must sail For the Shores of sweet Barbados Where the sGmugar cane grows taller
Than the god we once believed in
Till the bBbutcher and his crown Raped the land we used to sleep in Now tGmomorrow chimes of ghostly crFimes That hGmauntN.C. Tobacco Island
GmRed leg down a peg Blistered burns the soul The fBbloggings they're a plenty
But reasons there are none
Our bGmacks belong to landlords Where branded is there name PBbaid for with ten shillings
Cheap labor never breaks
The sFilver moon is shinin' Cools the copper blood Where the lAmivin' meet the dead And Ctogether dance as one
And to hBbell we must sail For the Shores of sweet Barbados Where the sGmugar cane grows taller
Than the god we once believed in
Till the bBbutcher and his crown Raped the land we used to sleep in Now tGmomorrow chimes of ghostly crFimes That hGmauntN.C. Tobacco Island
BbAg-Gmony will you cleBbanse this misGmery For it's neBbver again I'll brGmeathe The air of hFome From this sBbandy eGmdge The rolling Bbsea breaks my rGmevenge With each whBbisper a thousand wGmaves I hear rFoar I'm coming home