Dawson's Christian

Jayme Dawson was the captain of the Christian and her crew
 And he flew and fought the Christian in the war of '82
 Now the Christian was the finest ship 'tween here and Charlemagne
 And the crew of Jayme Dawson was the same
 On patrol in sector seven, keepin' watch on Barber's sun
 They were jumped by three light cruisers, though they were no match for one
 As they came to general quarters and they sent out the alarm
 Jayme must have known they'd finally bought the farm
 Now they say that Jayme Dawson was no man to cut and run
 And they say that when he fought he had the fury of a sun
 But they say he made his bargain with some power of the night
 That he sold his soul to win his final fight
 No one living saw that battle, though the fleet was quick to leave
 But at the site they found a scene no sane man would believe
 Three light cruisers cut to ribbons, wreckage scattered all around
 But no trace of Dawson's Christian could be found
 There are stories of the Dutchman, the Celeste and Barnham's Pride
 There are stories of the Horseman and the Lady at his side
 But the tale that makes my blood run cold, the more because it's true
 Is the tale of Jayme Dawson and his crew
 Yes, the tale of Dawson's Christian and her crew
 I was second mate on Hera's Dream, a freighter of the line
 Running loads of precious metals to the colony on Nine
 I was standing second watch of that most uneventful flight
 When the pirate ships appeared out of the night
 Well I thought our fate was settled, for they had us four to one
 And you can't fight bloody pirates when your freighter has no gun
 So we stood by to be boarded by a party yet unseen
 When another ship appeared upon our screen
 First I thought she was a pirate, but the vector was all wrong
 Then I thought the fleet had found us, but the signal wasn't strong
 And our hailing brought no answer, and I felt a sudden dread
 For the stranger's shields were up and glowing red
 Now the courage of that single ship is shown by very few
 And I thought none but a madman would fly her as she flew
 She was outgunned, she was outnumbered, but a cheer came from our lips
 When she swung to fire on the pirate ships
 And the stranger's beams burned brighter than all beams I'd seen before
 And the stranger's shields were harder than the heart of any whore
 And the battle rent the ether, as we watched and shook our heads
 Four pirate ships she cut to bloody shreds
 Four pirate ships were cut to bloody shreds
 Just as quickly as it started then the fighting was all done
 For the pirate ships were shattered and the stranger's ship had won
 She matched v and lay beside us, and we watched her full of awe
 And she dropped her shields and this is what we saw
 There were 30 holes clean through her, and a gash along one side
 And we knew that when it happened, every soul on board had died
 Then she rolled to show her markings, and we read them and we knew
 The fate of Jayme Dawson and his crew
 She was the Christian and a grave for all her crew
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 Then she turned as if to leave us, but instead began to fade
 First her hull, and then her bulkheads, as we trembled there afraid
 There are 20 men who'll swear with me the last to slip from view
 Were the bones of Jayme Dawson and his crew
 Dead white bones of Jayme Dawson and his crew
 There are stories of the Dutchman, the Celeste and Barnham's Pride
 There are stories of the Horseman and the Lady at his side
 But the tale that makes my blood run cold 'cause I know that it's true
 Is the tale of Jayme Dawson and his crew
 Yes, the tale of Dawson's Christian and her crew
 They're out there, Jayme Dawson and his crew