paroles de chanson Raft of the Medusa - Levellers

The Medusa sails to Senegal in 1816
First we lost the cabin boy,
A bad omen for us all
We had to swing the lead,
There were shallows all around
With a sickening break we to to
Prayer,
The Medusa's run aground

We're rolling on the craft,
We're sailing in the sun
There is a hundred and fifty on
The raft
Just lost another one
You can't deny we're all at sea
Adrift and alone

Vive la Roi
We'll sail this raft
Take all good company
Yet seventeen remain behind to
Die in agony
We mutiny on the wine and fear
As bad as knife and teeth
Fifty died on the raft
Seven around me

A wondrous sight all bright and
White
A butterfly sent by God
Shall we follow it down
To swallow it down, I'll haul
For us
Pray to the almighty
Or cast yourself to the sea
As the brig, the Argus
Comes close but doesn't see

And in my arms my own true flesh,
Died so quietly
Give praise to the butterfly, or
The almighty
And in my mouth my own true
Flesh
Tested sweet to me, give praise to
The butterfly
And the Argus finally