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| 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 |
![]() Listen to the song: Play To download the full song click here Music and Lyrics by: Jef White Vocals: Jef White & Nancy Ward Engineering and Programming: Mark Hussey and Wayne Taylor Produced and Arranged by: Jef White |
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| Words and music by Jef White © 1995 |