|He was riding on her shoulders
where the sand and water join,
when he heard the blast of swan-shot
as it tore into her loins.
And the last thing she remembered
as the light began to fade
were his cries across the water
as they carried him away.
They fattened up their purses
on that winter back in Poole.
"Come and see the captive red boy!
Only two-pence buys a view!"
Then south-west again from England
to the Catalina tide.
He was christened Johnny August
for the month his mother died.
The skin robe was discarded
for the cotton and the wool.
The alder juice was washed away.
He lived the settler's rule.
He was raised up in the harbor
where the old folks used to say
"A better master never sailed
a vessel on that bay!"
'Tis said that every autumn
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Music and Lyrics by: Jef White
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Words and music
by Jef White © 1995