A dusty little peasant boy,

Looked out at the sea.

With tattered clothes and a bloody nose,

That poor young boy was me.

With my legs over the edge,

I sat there on the cliff,

On my own and all alone,

I stared after a ship.

My parents had been taken,

To be sent across the waves,

To the King and the Queen,

To act as servants and as slaves.

I had tried to save them,

I stole the captains keys,

And acting bold went into the hold,

To set my parents free.

But I was caught red-handed,

With key inside the lock,

So they blackened my eye, bid me goodbye,

Then threw me out on the dock.

So now here I am,

As they sail away,

On my own and all alone,

On a cliff above the bay.