The Saladin Mutiny

My name if is George Jones, I am from the county Clare:
I leaved my ancient parents and I leaved them living there
I fell in bent for roving, 'twas home I could not stay,
So much against my parents' will I shipped and went to sea

I shipped on board the Saladin; I shudder at her name
She was a Valparaiso boat bound to the Spanish Main
I shipped as cabin steward; that proved my fatal day
When a demon came on board of us and led us all astray

He said he'd work his passage The ship was homeward bound
With copper ore and silver worth many thousand pounds
Besides, two cabin passengers on board of us did come:
The one was Mr Fielding and the other one was his son

Being on a Sunday morning I'm sorry to relate
We started this desperate enterprise and first we killed our mate
And next we killed the carpenter and overboard him threw
Our captain he did soon meet death with four more of our crew

An oath was next administered to all the rest of the crew,
And like a band of brothers we were sworn to be true
Being on a Sunday morning when that bloody deed was done
Then Fielding brought a Bible and swore in every one

The firearms and weapons all we threw into the sea
He said he'd steer for Newfoundland, to which we did agree
We found with Captain Fielding (for which he lost his life)
A brace of loaded pistols, likewise a carving knife

His son he begged for mercy for he was all alone,
But his sad tale was soon cut short and overboard was thrown
We served him as his father who met a watery grave;
We buried son and father beneath the stormy waves

And next it was agreed upon before the wind to keep
We had the world before us; we were on the trackless deep
We ofttimes kept before the wind as we could do no more
And on the twenty-ninth of May were shipwrecked on shore

To Newgate we were taken, bound down in iron chain,
Confessing to our deadly crimes and all whom we had slain
So fare you well, my parents dear, I'll never see you more
So fare you well, my own sweetheart, you're the girl that I adore

Note: A true incident that happened in 1843
From Folk Songs of Canada, Fowkes
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