.All to hell we must sail
For the Shores of sweet Barbados
Where the sugar cane grows taller>
Than the god we once believed in
Till the butcher and his crown
Raped the land we used to sleep in
Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes
That haunt Tobacco Island
'Twas 16.
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