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The Antiguan Graveyard by The Teacups Lyrics

Genre: pop | Year: 2015

[Verse 1]
To Antigua our valiant ships they do sail
Through dangerous waters and many a gale
To lay in English Harbor, off Galleon Beach
The furthest west corner of our empire to reach

[Verse 2]
To serve George, our king, and protect British Trade
From the Frenchman's loud cannon, and the Spaniard's sharp blade
Now Englishmen all they have no need to fear
For the tropical waters of our Empire's frontier

[Chorus]
We're off to Antigua, all on the salt sea
Though we care not for coffee, nor chocolate, nor tea
We'll drink up our rum, for it renders us numb
And wе'll hope to be home by thе end of the year

[Verse 3]
Now our anchor is lowered upon the sea floor
And we live upon ship, never stepping on shore
The sea is a sewer for there is no tide
And without any shore leave where can we hide?
[Verse 4]
A fiery furnace burns tar on the land
And we're trapped in our ship at the captain's command
The air thick with brimstone, it burns in our throats
In this far-away prison we find that hell floats

[Chorus]
We're off to Antigua, all on the salt sea
Though we care not for coffee, nor chocolate, nor tea
We'll drink up our rum, for it renders us numb
And we'll hope to be home by the end of the year

[Verse 5]
Antigua's plantations, they grow thick with gold
A sea of cane sugar brings fortune untold
And we sailors all do our best to survive
While hundreds and thousands of slaves they do drive

[Verse 6]
There's a stench on the gun deck, no fresh air or light
And the heat never leaves us, come day or come night
Our food it is rotten, the water is green
Such torment around us you never have seen

[Chorus]
We're off to Antigua, all on the salt sea
Though we care not for coffee, nor chocolate, nor tea
We'll drink up our rum, for it renders us numb
And we'll hope to be home by the end of the year
[Verse 7]
The sugar cane's crushed and the rum it flows free
Stored in lead bottles, we drink it with glee
It makes our heads sore and our bellies do ache
Our sea legs desert us, our hands they do shake

And then comes the fever, no man can escape
If your skin it turns yellow, by then it's too late
Chills in your body and aches in your back
It is the foul curse of every poor Jack

{Bridge}

Farewell to our comrades, we'll see them no more
They're wrapped in their hammocks to be buried on shore
It's fever, not fighting, takes sailors away
And leaves many a ghost ship afloat in the bay

[Coda]
We're off to Antigua, all on the salt sea
Though we care not for coffee, nor chocolate, nor tea
We'll drink up our rum, for it renders us numb
And we'll hope to be home by the end of the year

We're off to Antigua, all on the salt sea
Though we care not for coffee, nor chocolate, nor tea
We'll drink up our rum, for it renders us numb
And we'll hope to be home by the end of the year