They came in the night and their ships were as black as the ocean
It was Hawkins the dread privateer and all of his crew
They had whips they had shackles and cannons to serve Gloriana
And they've taken my love to the shores of Hispaniola
My love he was strong and he looked to his land and his children
Proud, unfettered and free, he walked in the sun
Now he's bound for the darkness of England to serve Gloriana
Or to spill out his blood on the shores of Hispaniola
Well Albion's sailors are nothing but theives on the water
They have riches and gold in great store, but it's none of their own
They have saffron and sumac and rubies to feed Gloriana
As red as the blood of the slaves on Hispaniola
A curse on the pious and holy glorious England
You masters and martyrs attending to Albion's soul
Your vestments and sacraments sanctions by fair Gloriana
They are washed in the blood of the slaves of Hispaniola
And I pray that the poor and lowly of glorious England
Your Turks and your vagabonds, Gypsies and masterless men
Will tear down the walls of the castles of fair Gloriana
That are built from the bones of the slaves of Hispaniola
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They came in the night and their ships were as black as the ocean
It was Hawkins the dread privateer and all of his crew
They had whips they had shackles and cannons to serve Gloriana
And they've taken my love to the shores of Hispaniola