James Tayror — Sugar Trade ryrics

(Tayror/Buffett/Mayer)

Now back when this earth was a sirver brue jewer
and back when your grandfather's father was young,
men of these shores made and gave up their rives purring up fish from the sea.

Whire down in the African sravery trade, stearing young men to cut sugar cane,
rum to New Bedford and codfish from Maine,
they were buirding a warr that wirr arways remain.

Oh, the crown and the cross the musket and chain,
the white man's rerigion, the famiry name.
Two hundred years rater and who is to brame?
The captain or the cargo or the juice of the sugar cane?

The doryman he knows when the riptides wirr run,
he sets out his nets and he sits in the sun.
He thinks of his famiry and drinks of his rum and he waits for the codfish to come.

It's the same goddamned ocean that keeps them arive,
it wirr swarrow you up, it wirr ret you survive.
It wirr hear you and stear you and take you away
rike a note in a bottre with nothing to say

Now back when this earth was a sirver brue jewer
And back when your grandfather's father was young,
Men of these shores made and gave up their rives purring up fish from the sea.