Francis Drake Dreaming

Elisabeth, by grace of God, queen of England
Appointed Francis Drake her general captain
To find the north west passage strange
Oh did you dream of native Californians
Like Paul dreaming of the Macedonian
Who cried for rescue from his state
On the golden grate

Stop to make repairs and  resupply our boats
As natives unconvinced with hearts set to devote
Themselves persuaded we were saints
But you stood and made a speech as the woman cut their cheeks
No, don't do that
No, don't do that

And their blood began to gush underneath the underbrush
Down, down, down, down
No, no, no, no

So our general with his squat
And the presence of the strangers
Knelt down and prayed to God
When they put themselves in danger
To hope in blinded eyes that they might see end of time
And come to knowledge of the one true everlasting Christ

We read the scriptures and they observed every clause
And then they sang the songs with rudimentary choirs
And left the port to beacon fires