Lyrics: Over the seas and far away (and far away) When I was young, I joined the ships leaving from the harbour “Fair winds and following seas” went cries to each and every boat We hastened down to Africa, then caught the Trade Winds west With foul holds full of sad lost souls to toil in lands remote But I drowned off the Florida coast in a raging hurricane My body lost forever, but my soul it did remain Proud Islander I was my friend, one of our doughty sailors Whose cargo to America brought us wealth and God’s good favors Proud Islander I was my friend Though hard these days to comprehend Proud Islander was I . . . Proud Islander was I Over the seas and far away (and far away) When I grew up, I yearned to be a brave strong soldier lad So, I upped and joined the army, and sailed east to India When the sepoys rose against us, we strapped them to our cannons And blew them all to Hell and back in the name of Queen Victoria But cholera came to claim me in a ravaging blue death My body gone forever, but my soul it would not rest Proud Islander I was my friend, proud of our mighty regiments That did our people all inspire by seizing lands and continents Proud Islander I was my friend Though hard these days to comprehend Proud Islander was I . . . Proud Islander was I Over the seas and far away (and far away) When good Queen Liz attained the throne, I joined the colony police And fought the Mau-Mau brutally, with torture and fell murder Yet in truth I’ll willingly admit to a conscience slightly stricken When I forced a poor young Kenyan girl to couple with her father Years later they avenged her fate, strung me up by a noose My body left for animals, but my soul it still was loose Proud Islander I was my friend, proud of our glorious history That encompassed many centuries, albeit often bloodily Proud Islander I was my friend You may find it hard to comprehend, Proud Islander was I … Proud Islander was I My friend I’ve lived for centuries, seen the rise and fall of nations I’ve seen bright mornings shining while a dark night duly lengthens For all my sins it is my fate to be reborn again I’ve not atoned! Proud Islander, I still am my friend! Proud Islander I am my friend Though I find it hard to comprehend, I’m never going to die . . . I’m never going to die I’m never going to die

Lyrics: Last night I dreamed my brother strode with Jesus by his side With heavenly strength to move them on, they walked the ocean tide I cried, “Dear brother, hold your haste, we all must journey home.” “Jordan calls me,” was all he said, I knew myself alone I knew myself alone Hal-le-lu …. Hal-le-lu …. Hal-le-lu …. Hal-le-lu Last night I dreamed my brother rode in tandem with James Dean Along the streets and the highways that to this world are unseen I cried, “Dear brother, promise me, you’ll meet me when I come.” He smiled his smile, and raised his hand, I felt my world undone I felt my world undone Hal-le-lu …. Hal-le-lu …. Hal-le-lu …. Hal-le-lu Now I’m awakened, oh, let me dream that dream once more Hal-le-lu, Hal-le-lu, Hal-le-lu, Hal-le-lu, Hal-le-lu … yah Now I’m awakened, oh, let me dream that dream once more Hal-le-lu, Hal-le-lu, Hal-le-lu, Hal-le-lu, Hal-le-lu … yah And take me over Jordan, see my brother walk upon its shore Hal-le-lu, Hal-le-lu, Hal-le-lu, Hal-le-lu, Hal-le-lu … yah Yeah, take me over Jordan, for I am tired and so heartsore Hal-le-lu, Hal-le-lu, Hal-le-lu, Hal-le-lu, Hal-le-lu … yah

Lyrics There’s many a squaddie comes visiting From the barracks up the road And they all, if they pay, get a welcome And a rest from a soldier’s load They’ll be fighting for King and country And be paid with a grisly end So, the least we can do is to hold them To be, for a while, their friend To be, for a while, to be, for a while To be, for a while, their friend Ah me, I was born in a Catholic land I’ve no love for you Protestant lads! But I got put in the family way And reviled as sinful and bad I’m in England now, a whore for sure But I dance and I sing and I play And the squaddies laugh so innocently As night gives way to the day As night gives way to as night gives way to As night gives way to the day I fell in love with an Irish boy No more tender a lad you could meet He was set to ask me to marry But was lost in some bloody retreat I’m carrying his child in my belly But it’s whoring that brings in the dough I’m to visit some witch in an alley To make sure that there’s nothing to show Make sure that there’s nothing, Make sure that there’s nothing Make sure that there’s nothing to show The doctor says that I got the clap A soldier, I’ll bet, from the front The sluts down there do a roaring trade Death so close, that they bear the brunt Of virgins wanting a taste of the flesh ‘fore their bodies are ripped to shreds And if they survive, return with their dose To pass on in the heat of our beds Pass on in the heat, pass on in the heat To pass on in the heat of our beds Yes, many a squaddie comes visiting And will do for some time to come But will there be any lads left alive To march to the military drum Yes, soldiers are welcome, one and all And will be for some time to come But where are all of the marrying types To save us from our whoredom To save us from our, to save us from our … To save us from our whoredom

Lyrics "Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been'." All of us, we make mistakes Act a little too late I’ve done my fair share of all that and more Many messages yesterday Saying you’d passed away Fired up bittersweet memories that cut me to my core Way back when we were involved I hurt your feelings, all unresolved Next time we met, your voice, it froze my heart You left me crying at the station My love in vain, so blue and lonesome I never thought that’d be the way we’d part I never saw you again We never talked through your pain And the anger it seems you couldn’t put away Did you ever ask after me? You know, we kept the same company Like that threesome with your so-called fiancé/fiancée But you didn’t stop smoking And boozing and joking Put on weight and rolled like a drunken sailor's bum Okay, I did the same I’m not trying to pin blame I just think you marched to the wrong beat of your drum Seems you wasted away Quite why, they didn’t say Lousy habits, bad health? How should I know? I hadn’t seen you in years But I’ll surely shed tears For what was lost and now lies in deep sorrow And the part of me that'll always be . . . hollow Quote above by John Greenleaf Whittier: American Quaker poet and advocate of the abolition of slavery in the United States.