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The Ballad of Jago Trelawney

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From the 2019 album "The Rock, the Sea, the Rising Tide"

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The Ballad of Jago Trelawney

Here lies the wreckage of the man they couldn't save
all split with tar and brine in his watery grave
time now has worn him down and smoothed his roughest edge
salt bleached bony hands now grasp the greening threads

The rock, the sea, the rising tide
a harbour for the world we leave behind

Nymph sailing Eastward, to Start Point - rocky crag
watchman aloft spies revolutionary flag
and here’s Cléopâtre heaving into view
“let loose out canons boys! we’ll bid these French adieu!”

The rock, the sea, the rising tide
a harbour for the world we leave behind


Jago Trelawney not twenty summers tall
one of eighty Cornish tin men summoned to the port
sworn now to duty in the service of King George
and a share of prize and glory for every man aboard

The rock, the sea, the rising tide
a harbour for the world we leave behind

Spar twisted tangled rig, as roundshot scorched its arc
close-quartered cannonade ripped hulls and men apart
and though at last King George’s men did claim the bloodied spoil
‘twas not before near equal loss Republican and Royal

and here lies Trelawney, with lead shot in his eye
and from his hand the keepsake rolls into the tide
we’ll wrap him in the Ensign commit him to the sea
was ‘ere a Cornishman to die in better company?

The rock, the sea, the rising tide
a harbour for the world we leave behind
The rock, the sea, the rising tide
a harbour for the world we leave behind

© Simon Scardanelli 2018