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Simon: I have a song to sing, oh
Kaylee: Sing me your song, oh
Simon:
It is sung in the stars
And in shady bars
Far ‘way from the Central Worlds, oh!
It’s the song of a doctor man, gripped with fear
Of the Hands of Blue, whose tramp drew near
He'd thrown away a bright career
And he feared for the life of his sister
River, River,
Misery me, lack-a-day-dee
The Hands of Blue, their tramp drew near
And he feared for the life of his sister
Kaylee: I have a song to sing, oh
Simon: Sing me your song, oh
Kaylee:
It is sung on the ship
On an endless trip
Where the doctor found a place, oh!
It’s the song of an engineer, not too shy
Who loved the doctor but knew not why
The doctor ignored her, gripped with fear
Of the Hands of Blue, whose tramp grew near
He'd thrown away a bright career
And he feared for the life of his sister
River, River,
Misery me, lack-a-day-dee
The Hands of Blue, their tramp drew near
And he feared for the life of his sister
Simon: I have a song to sing, oh
Kaylee: Sing me your song, oh
Simon:
It is sung to the thrum
Of Alliance guns
And a doleful dirge ding dong, oh!
It’s the song of an Op’rative, fierce and grim
And all the friends who were murdered by him
The friends of the engineer, not too shy
Who loved the doctor and this is why
The doctor ignored her, gripped with fear
Of the Op'rative, whose tramp grew near
He'd thrown away a bright career
And he feared for the life of his sister
River, River,
Misery me, lack-a-day-dee
The Op'rative, his tramp drew near
And he feared for the life of his sister
Kaylee: I have a song to sing, oh
Simon: Sing me your song, oh
Kaylee:
It is sung with a gun
By folk on the run
For it tells of a fearful
