Buoymasters

My man lives in Buoymasters with his kin
Each day he marks the sea where ships come in
The merchandise and sailors plenty see the buoys a-bobbing gently
Guidee-oh. Guidee-oh

One day my man brought in a ship from Spain
With oranges and olives from the Main
The Spanish sailors trade a-plenty. See the buoys a-bobbing gently
Guidee-oh. Guidee-oh

My man took me to market on his leave
And proudly he declared that all we see
The foreign goods of which there's plenty come by buoys a-bobbing gently
Guidee-oh. Guidee-oh

But one day my man led a ship from the western seas
And when next I approached, he so sorrowfully
Told me they brought slaves ashore; the most sorry sight he ever saw
Guidee-oh. Guidee-oh

Next time we went to market my man wept
In front of all the tradesmen my man stepped
The merchandise on right and left were made by captives worked to death
Guidee-oh. Guidee-oh

My man from Buoymasters stood in the dock
He'd buoyed a western ship into the rocks
The merchandise and sailors plenty see the buoys a-bobbing gently
Guidee-oh. Guidee-oh



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Writer(s): Alexander Jackson
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