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Beat the drum (1540-1850)

Get the slaves to dance.

Make them do a jig or run the deck

a hundred times.

Get the drum and beat them with music.

Break out the *** and lets have us

some entertainment

to save us from mutiny.

 

It's hot, so we'll make them sweat a little more.

They're used to it.

Call the ****** merchant to come translate.

We’ll have our fun or one of them feisty brutes

will lose a leg over it.

 

Bring out the chief and have him sing us a song.

Have him lead them all in one of their

old-country tunes,

one of their happier tunes.

None of that wailing and parading full naked in the rain,

but one of those choral working tunes

we'll teach them how to play.

 

Get the drum and give it to them.

Give them an hour above ship.

They're worth more alive.

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