Someday the delinquent son will become real,
and walk down the street.
You will see him. Everyone will.
They'll wonder
what he's been up to.
He was sold.
Not a soul here didn't profit by it.
They tied him to the mast,
And made him toil there
For eight years.
All because he drank,
For a few minutes,
With one of the Queen's men.
They tied him to the mast,
And made him toil there
For eight years.
All because he drank,
For a few minutes,
With one of the Queen's men.
