From this house on Clifton I see the ships under sails Through St. Pauls to the harbour Tied up in the basin lie a dozen floating jails For profit and promotion Oh no no I steer a Bristol slaver Selling lives across the ocean Oh no no No man on earth can save you To my house in Clifton I bring capital from pain Trinkets to Africa Slaves to Jamaica Rum and tobacco back Again and again For profit and promotion Oh no no I steer a Bristol slaver Selling lives across the ocean Oh no no No man on earth can save you ♪ Off Cape Verde we lay an anchor Crammed from stern to stern Soon we sail to Kingston Torn away from Africa never to return I curse the Bristol Slavers Oh no no As we steer towards the West May he sail the seas forever Oh no no May his spirit never rest We came here in the fifties I grew up in St. Pauls Some nights I walk through Clifton There's a voice in the darkness that echoes from the walls For profit and promotion Oh no no I steer a Bristol slaver Selling lives across the ocean Oh no no No man on earth can save you For profit and promotion Oh no no I steer a Bristol slaver Selling lives across the ocean Oh no no No man on earth can save you