Howells Victory by Blazon Stone Lyrics

Setting ashore at the Gambian island
Masqued up and ready to go
Nobody knows of the swift cunning plan
Merchants they greet with, tho plunderers they meet

CHORUS:
Drying out the bottles of rum and treasury halls
They're drinking and shooting for joy
Drying out the bottles of rum and treasury halls
Plundered alive by Howell


Out of the blue all these merchants revealed
Their guns to the guards on the walls
The Captain has ordered a bloodless approach
The treasures are takеn without a sacrifice


After a feast with thе lord of the keep
Trading of slaves will begin
Just as decieving as devil himself
But mercy was given and nobody died that day