Tune - And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda (Bogle version)
"And the band played 'Fight on, the Navy'"
When I was a young man I had me own ship,
and I lived the free life of a trader.
From the Twin Star of Aphor to the Aquila Rift,
We would see ev'ry world in the sector.
Then in nought-oh-fifteen, the Emp-ror said "Son,
It's time to stop scoutin', there's work to be done."
So they gave me a rank bar,
and me old ship a gun,
and they sent me away to the War.
And the band played 'Fight on, the Navy'
as we named her the Santa Maree,
and amidst all the cheers,
the cannonade and tears,
we left for Bellerophon III.
How well I remember the sight I saw then,
the proud Navy cut down and shattered.
And how in the hell that they called Lagrange Ten,
We were butchered like poor bloody cattle.
Old Boney was ready, he'd primed himself well,
he cut us with lances, and broke us with shell.
And in five minutes flat,
he had blown us to hell,
nearly blew me right back to Agrippa.
And the Vox played 'Fight on, the Navy',
as we formed up and counted the slain.
We'd lost half of hours,
for a handful of theirs,
but we charged right on back in again.
Now us that were left, well, we tried to survive,
in a mad world of lanceshot and boarders.
And for nine minutes ten I kept my boys alive,
in the midst of that terrible slaughter.
Then a whole mess of guardsmen stormed onto the bridge,
they shot down old Kelley, the Nav and me kid,
and for some bloody reason, they just let me live.
Never knew there were worse things than dying.
For no more will I captain a freighter,
I thought as I ran for the pod.
Even on captain's share,
for a thousand more years
a new ship I'd never afford.