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By Peter Kerrivan, we are the Masterless Men,
We have no lord to serve, we live by wile and nerve.
The British Navy they come in search of we,
Our trails through bog we lead,
We disappear.
Back on the Emerald Isle, the lord would sit and smile,
Taking all reward from our toil.
No more I'll serve my liege, for I've jumped ship you see.
I'll take my liberty,
And roam these shores.
By Peter Kerrivan, we are the Masterless Men,
We have no lord to serve, we live by wile and nerve.
The British Navy they come in search of we,
Our trails through bog we lead,
We disappear.
They deemed us outlaws, we roam this Southern Shore,
Those navvy boys we rob and tease.
We steal their flour and beans, they'd take our liberty!
Those navvy boys,
They'll not catch me.
By Peter Kerrivan, we are the Masterless Men,
We have no lord to serve, we live by wile and nerve.
The British Navy they come in search of we,
Our trails through bog we lead,
We disappear.
Back to the Butterpot, we run and duck their shot,
They'd stretch our necks on gallows high.
I'll not see Ireland's shore,
I'll toil for lords no more.
A Masterless Man,
Is the life I lead.
By Peter Kerrivan, we are the Masterless Men,
We have no lord to serve, we live by wile and nerve.
The British Navy they come in search of we,
Our trails through bog we lead,
We disappear.
By Peter Kerrivan, we are the Masterless Men,
We have no lord to serve, we live by wile and nerve.
The British Navy they come in search of we,
Our trails through bog we lead,
We disappear.
Masterless Men was a band of runaway servants, ship jumpers and deserters who raided the Royal Navy stores in the area around St. John's. Many were captured and hanged. Peter Kerrivan was their leader and was never captured.
