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Range Rovers and Hummers are just not our style
That is precisely, until we find that big pile
Of treasure and history under the sea
That awaits the bold salvors, that’s you and that’s me
Taking the riches of the New World back to their kings
Muzo emeralds, Potosi silver and precious golden things
The galleons and sloops and frigates and schooners
The carracks and brigs, (they should have left sooner)
Were provisioned and loaded and stocked to the gills
With the treasures and trade goods that came down from the hills
From China and Manila on routes across the Pacific
For two hundred fifty years, their landfall was specific
To Acapulco then overland to Veracruz
Across sands so hot they’d burn through your shoes
Sometimes down to Panama City then across to Portobelo
Precious stones, Incan gold and costly goods to tempt a fellow
Like the privateer Henry Morgan who tried to steal it all
He failed to fail but he failed to win, but made it back to Port Royal
These ships and their sailors were lost by the score
The 1622 Fleet, 1715, 1733 and many, many more.
The New World had weather that the Europeans did fear
But they were never able to learn to completely steer clear.
The sailing routes to their homelands are the same to this day
Summer hurricanes come a’hunting- God help you if you’re in their way
The Spaniards lost belongings and treasures, their wives and their lives
In numbers that gave their backers and insurers the hives
Down they went to the bottom of the sea
Or washed up on the beach for the wreckers to see
The Bay Islands of Honduras, the Corn Islands, El Bluff
All have legends and stories of shipwrecks and stuff
Out in deep waters there are reefs and shallow banks
That made good captains get jumpy and tremble their shanks
If you’re brave and well financed and just have to go see…
Set a course from Limon at about 28 degrees
And you will find these wild places where the winds screams so shrill
That you may not stop to explore, just go on to Negril
Stop at San Andreas or Providencia and fill up your tanks
Off to the Serrana, the Pedro or Serranilla Banks
Or go north to Chinchorro, Rosario or Misteriosa
Where the modern day pirates would scare Barbarossa
These places are legend, their stories our lore
If only those governments hadn't closed up the store
UNESCO and their pet Archies- the miserable whores
started hoarding those shipwrecks and all of their cargo
to leave to be buried, to rot to please their embargo
They sit on their towers and scribble their papers
for each other, no others would dare such a caper
to take from the world what should be seen by our eyes
for nothing but the greed of their union, thieves in disguise
but maybe, just maybe there will come a day
when reason and free enterprise come back into sway
and those who still can and who still have the guile
can go out to sea and return with a pile
Bill Black
May 4, 2018
That is precisely, until we find that big pile
Of treasure and history under the sea
That awaits the bold salvors, that’s you and that’s me
Taking the riches of the New World back to their kings
Muzo emeralds, Potosi silver and precious golden things
The galleons and sloops and frigates and schooners
The carracks and brigs, (they should have left sooner)
Were provisioned and loaded and stocked to the gills
With the treasures and trade goods that came down from the hills
From China and Manila on routes across the Pacific
For two hundred fifty years, their landfall was specific
To Acapulco then overland to Veracruz
Across sands so hot they’d burn through your shoes
Sometimes down to Panama City then across to Portobelo
Precious stones, Incan gold and costly goods to tempt a fellow
Like the privateer Henry Morgan who tried to steal it all
He failed to fail but he failed to win, but made it back to Port Royal
These ships and their sailors were lost by the score
The 1622 Fleet, 1715, 1733 and many, many more.
The New World had weather that the Europeans did fear
But they were never able to learn to completely steer clear.
The sailing routes to their homelands are the same to this day
Summer hurricanes come a’hunting- God help you if you’re in their way
The Spaniards lost belongings and treasures, their wives and their lives
In numbers that gave their backers and insurers the hives
Down they went to the bottom of the sea
Or washed up on the beach for the wreckers to see
The Bay Islands of Honduras, the Corn Islands, El Bluff
All have legends and stories of shipwrecks and stuff
Out in deep waters there are reefs and shallow banks
That made good captains get jumpy and tremble their shanks
If you’re brave and well financed and just have to go see…
Set a course from Limon at about 28 degrees
And you will find these wild places where the winds screams so shrill
That you may not stop to explore, just go on to Negril
Stop at San Andreas or Providencia and fill up your tanks
Off to the Serrana, the Pedro or Serranilla Banks
Or go north to Chinchorro, Rosario or Misteriosa
Where the modern day pirates would scare Barbarossa
These places are legend, their stories our lore
If only those governments hadn't closed up the store
UNESCO and their pet Archies- the miserable whores
started hoarding those shipwrecks and all of their cargo
to leave to be buried, to rot to please their embargo
They sit on their towers and scribble their papers
for each other, no others would dare such a caper
to take from the world what should be seen by our eyes
for nothing but the greed of their union, thieves in disguise
but maybe, just maybe there will come a day
when reason and free enterprise come back into sway
and those who still can and who still have the guile
can go out to sea and return with a pile
Bill Black
May 4, 2018
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