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ROUGH MUSIC•
I’m a roving man. I ply the waves
from Bristol to Benin
from Boston Harbour to Barbados
and back again
Side by side I sail and fight with
brave and brazen men
Our bond is born of circumstance and the
quest for rich fortune
I owe the scratches on my back
to a captain drunk with power
His wrath bled all of loyalty
and set the crew to sour
We bade our time with firm resolve
to carry out the plot
Then one dark night every hand
took to rolling shot
chorus
Ay O Ay O
Heed these sounds of righteous discontent
Ay O Ay O
We shall have proper recompense
Of all the women I have known
I’m true to only one
To her I’ll bring these silver coins
and silks of dark crimson
I’m a roving man. I ply the waves
from Bristol to Benin
from Boston Harbour to Barbados
and back again
- when sailors were unhappy with they way they were being treated they would make noise at nighttime on the lower decks by rolling cannonballs (shot), banging iron objects together etc. These sounds are called rough music and were a warning to the captain and officers that the sailors’ discontent could turn to mutiny.
Sailors’ working conditions were often atrocious and a captain’s power grossly unfair and tyrannical.
highly danceable
— Terena