Southern Ships and Settlers
1606 1732
O, where are you going, " Goodspeed " and " Discovery " ?
With meek " Susan Constant " to make up the three?
We're going to settle the wilds of Virginia,
For gold and adventure we're crossing the sea.
And what will you find there? Starvation and fever.
We'll eat of the adder and quarrel and rail.
All but sixty shall die of the first seven hundred,
But a nation begins with the voyage we sail.
O, what are you doing, my handsome Lord Baltimore?
Where are you sending your " Ark " and your " Dove " ?
I'm sending them over the ocean to Maryland
To build up a refuge for people I love.
Both Catholic and Protestant there may find harbor,
Though I am a Catholic by creed and by prayer.
The South is Virginia, the North is New England.
I'll go in the middle and plant my folk there.
O, what do you seek, " Carolina " and " Albemarle " ,
Now the Stuarts are up and the Roundheads are down?
We'll seek and we'll find, to the South of Virginia,
A site by two rivers and name it Charles Town.
And, in South Carolina, the cockfighting planters
Will dance with their belles by a tropical star.
And, in North Carolina, the sturdy Scotch-Irish
Will prove at King's Mountain the metal they are.
O, what are you dreaming, cock-hatted James Oglethorpe?
And who are the people you take in the " Anne " ?
They're poor English debtors whom hard laws imprison,
And poor, distressed Protestants, fleeing a ban.
I'll settle them pleasantly on the Savannah,
With Germans and Highlanders, thrifty and strong.
They shall eat Georgia peaches in huts of palmetto,
And their land shall be fertile, their days shall be long.
All
We're the barques and the sailors, the bread on the waters,
The seed that was planted and grew to be tall,
And the South was first won by our toils and our dangers,
So remember our journeys. Remember us all.
O, where are you going, " Goodspeed " and " Discovery " ?
With meek " Susan Constant " to make up the three?
We're going to settle the wilds of Virginia,
For gold and adventure we're crossing the sea.
And what will you find there? Starvation and fever.
We'll eat of the adder and quarrel and rail.
All but sixty shall die of the first seven hundred,
But a nation begins with the voyage we sail.
O, what are you doing, my handsome Lord Baltimore?
Where are you sending your " Ark " and your " Dove " ?
I'm sending them over the ocean to Maryland
To build up a refuge for people I love.
Both Catholic and Protestant there may find harbor,
Though I am a Catholic by creed and by prayer.
The South is Virginia, the North is New England.
I'll go in the middle and plant my folk there.
O, what do you seek, " Carolina " and " Albemarle " ,
Now the Stuarts are up and the Roundheads are down?
We'll seek and we'll find, to the South of Virginia,
A site by two rivers and name it Charles Town.
And, in South Carolina, the cockfighting planters
Will dance with their belles by a tropical star.
And, in North Carolina, the sturdy Scotch-Irish
Will prove at King's Mountain the metal they are.
O, what are you dreaming, cock-hatted James Oglethorpe?
And who are the people you take in the " Anne " ?
They're poor English debtors whom hard laws imprison,
And poor, distressed Protestants, fleeing a ban.
I'll settle them pleasantly on the Savannah,
With Germans and Highlanders, thrifty and strong.
They shall eat Georgia peaches in huts of palmetto,
And their land shall be fertile, their days shall be long.
All
We're the barques and the sailors, the bread on the waters,
The seed that was planted and grew to be tall,
And the South was first won by our toils and our dangers,
So remember our journeys. Remember us all.
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