Jayme Dawson was the Captain of the Christian and her crew And he flew and fought the Christian in the War of '82 Now the Christian was the finest ship 'tween here and Charlemagne And the crew of Jayme Dawson was the same
On patrol in sector seven, keeping watch on Barber's sun They were jumped by three light cruisers though they were no match for one As they came to general quarters and they sent out the alarm Jayme must have known they'd finally bought the farm
Now they say that Jayme Dawson was no man to cut and run And they say that when he fought he had the fury of a sun But they say he made his bargain with some power of the night That he sold his soul to win his final fight
No one living saw that battle though the fleet was quick to leave But at the site they found a scene no sane man would believe Three light cruisers cut to ribbons, wreckage scattered all around But no trace of Dawson's Christian could be found
There are stories of the Dutchman, the Celeste and Barnham's Pride There are stories of the Horseman and the Lady at his side But the tale that makes my blood run cold, the more because it's true Is the tale of Jayme Dawson and his crew Yes, the tale of Dawson's Christian and her crew
I was second mate on Hera's Dream, a freighter of the line Running loads of precious metals to the colony on Nine I was standing second watch of that most uneventful flight When the pirate ships appeared out of the night
Well I thought our fate was settled, for they had us four to one And you can't fight bloody pirates when your freighter has no gun So we stood by to be boarded by a party yet unseen When another ship appeared upon our screen
First I thought she was a pirate, but the vector was all wrong Then I thought the fleet had found us, but the signal wasn't strong And our hailing brought no answer, and I felt a sudden dread For the stranger's shields were up and glowing red
Now the courage of that single ship is shown by very few And I thought none but a madman would fly her as she flew She was outgunned, she was outnumbered, but a cheer came from our lips When she swung to fire on the pirate ships
And the stranger's beams burned brighter than all beams I'd seen before And the stranger's shields were harder than the heart of any whore And the battle rent the ether, as we watched and shook our heads Four pirate ships she cut to bloody shreds Four pirate ships were cut to bloody shreds
Just as quickly as it started then the fighting was all done For the pirate ships were shattered and the stranger's ship had won She matched v and lay beside us, and we watched her full of awe Then she dropped her shields and this is what we saw
There were thirty holes clear through her and a gash along one side And we knew that when it happened, every soul on board had died Then she rolled to show her markings, and we read them and we knew The fate of Jayme Dawson and his crew She was the Christian... and a grave for all her crew
Then she turned as if to leave us, but instead began to fade First her hull, and then her bulkheads, as we trembled there afraid But there are twenty men who'll swear with me, the last to slip from view Were the bones of Jayme Dawson and his crew Dead white bones of Jayme Dawson and his crew
There are stories of the Dutchman, the Celeste and Barnham's Pride There are stories of the Horseman and the Lady at his side But the tale that makes my blood run cold, 'cause I know that it's true Is the tale of Jayme Dawson and his crew Yes, the tale of Dawson's Christian and her crew They're out there... Jayme Dawson and his crew!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
