Tobacco Island
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All to hell we must sail
For the shores of sweet Barbados
Where the sugar cane grows taller
Than the god we once believed in
Till the butcher and his crown
Raped the land we used to sleep in
Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes
That haunt Tobacco Island
Twas 1659 forgotten now for sure
They dragged us from our homeland
With their musket and their gun
Cromwell and his roundheads
Battered all we knew
Shackled hopes of freedom we’re now but stolen goods
Darkens the horizon Blackened from the sun
This rotten cage of Bridgetown
Is where I now belong
Red leg down a peg
Blistered burns the soul
The floggings they’re a plenty
But the reasons there are none
Our backs belong to landlords
Where branded is there name
Paid for with ten shillings
Cheap labor never breaks
The silver moon is shining
Cools the copper blood
Where the living meet the dead
And together dance as one
Agony, will you cleanse this misery?
For it’s never again I’ll breathe
The air of home
From this sandy edge
The rolling sea breaks my revenge
With each whisper a thousand waves
I hear roar
I’m coming home.
Dark is the horizon Blackened by the sun
This rotten cage of Bridgetown
Is where I now belong
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