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 tightest ship 'tween here and Charlemagne

And the crew of Jayme Dawson was the same

On patrol in sector seven, keeping watch on Barber's Sun

They were jumped by three light cruisers though they weren't a match for one

As they came to general quarters, and they sent out the alarm

Dawson's crew was sure they'd finally bought the farm

No one living saw that battle though the fleet was quick to leave

When they reached the site they found a scene no sane man could believe

Dead in space lay three light cruisers, cut to ribbons all around

But no sign 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 chills my spirit, more because I know 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

We were shipping precious metals to the colony on Nine

It was on the second watch of that most uneventful flight

When the pirate ships appeared out of the night

Now to me there was no question, for they had us four to one

And you can't fight dirty 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 we thought it just a pirate, but the vector was all wrong

Then we thought it might be rescue, but the signal wasn't strong

When she didn't answer hailing, we all felt an unknown dread

For we saw her shields were up and glowing red

Now the courage of that single ship is shown by very few

But we never knew a ship could fly the way the stranger flew

Never fearing guns or numbers, like a tiger to its meat

The stranger then attacked the pirate fleet

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

As the battle rent the aether, while we watched and shook our heads

The pirate ships were cut to bloody shreds

The pirate ships were cut to bloody shreds

Just as quickly as it started then the fighting was all done

For the pirate fleet was shattered and the stranger's ship had won

Though we tried to call and thank her, not an answer could we draw

Then she dropped her shields and this is what we saw

There were thirty holes clear through her and a gash along one side

And we knew that when it happened, that no crew were left alive

For the markings all said Christian, deep inside us each one knew

'Twas the tomb of Jayme Dawson and his crew

Now instead of flying off, the stranger than began to fade

First the hull, and then the bulkheads as we cowered there afraid

For as the Christian disappeared, the last to slip from view

Were the bones of Jayme Dawson and his crew

Yes, the 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 chills my spirit, and I swear to God it's true

Is the tale of Jayme Dawson and his crew

Yes, the tale of Dawson's Christian and her crew