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jerry bryant - captain barton's distress on the lichfield lyrics

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come all you brave seamen that ploughs on the main
give ear to my story, so true to maintain
concerning the lichfield, that was cast away
on the barbary shore by the dawn of the day

the tenth of november, the weather being fine
we sailed from kinsale, five ships of the line
with two bombs and two frigates, with transports also
we was bound unto gory to fight the proud foe

the 29th of november by the dawn of the light
we spiéd land that put us in a fright
we strove for the weather, but we run quite aground
the seas mountain+high made our sorrow abound

our masts we cut away, our wreck for to ease
and being exposed to the mercy of the seas
where one hundred and thirty poor seamen did die
whilst we all for mercy most loudly did cry

two hundred and twenty of us got on shore
no sooner we landed but were stripped by the moors
without any subsistence but dead hogs and sheep
that was drove on shore by the sea from the ship

for seven days together with us did remain
our bodies quite naked for to increase and pain
till some christian merchant that lives in the land
sent us relief by his bountiful hand
unto our fleet the same fate did share
then unto morocco we all marchéd there
where they are captives in slavery to be
till old england thought proper for to set them free

when the black king we all came before
he stroked his long beard, by mahomet he swore
“they are all stout and able and fit for the hoe
pray, to my gardens, pray let them go!”

we had cruel moors, our drivers to be
by the dawn of the day at the hoe we must be
until four o′clock in the afternoon
without any remission, boys; work was our doom

if that you offer for to strike a moor
straightway to the king they will have you before
where they will bastonade you till you have your fill
if that will not do, your blood they will spill

so now in morocco we shall remain
until our ambassador cross the main
where a ransom he’ll bring and soon set us free
and then to gibraltar we will go speedily

so now my brave boys to old england we’re bound
we will have store o′liquors, our sorrow to drown
we will drink a good health, success never fail!
success to the bawds and the wh0res of kinsale!

- jerry bryant lyrics

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