Warrior (Tribute)

Ching Chong, Chinese, Tong war, 1870s, Asian, war drum

Chorus
Hey, ho, the steel doth sing, the crimson rivers run,
In Chinatown’s grim hollows deep, ‘neath a cold and shrouded sun.
A warrior’s soul, a storm unbound, through murk and mire he strides,
Ah Sahm, the bold, with fury cold, where fate and honour bide.

Verse 2
The Onions clash with hatchet’s edge, their Tong a shadowed host,
The Ducks, with fists and oaths profane, do swagger and do boast.
The Yankee Ducks in velvet clad, their greed doth tower high,
But Ah Sahm’s hand, an Onion’s brand, shall bid their pomp to die.

Verse 3
An Onion lass, his kin astray, doth haunt his burdened breast,
Through Ducks’ domains of gin and sticky games, he seeks her in unrest.
His fists like gales smite Duck and knave, their bones the cobbles strew,
Yet sorrow’s weight, an Onion’s fate, in silence doth accrue.

Bridge
Raise high the dram, ye hearty souls, and curse the Ducks’ disdain,
For every blow an Onion deals, their glory wanes in vain.
A sister’s cry, a vow to keep, through treachery doth wind,
By lantern’s gleam, his wrath supreme, a legend none shall bind.

Verse 4
Sing loud, ye sons of Erin’s green, ye Thames’ stout-hearted throng,
Of Ducks and Onions locked in strife, a tale both fierce and long.
Through cannon’s peal and sabre’s gleam, his name shall echo far,
Ah Sahm’s refrain, in blood and pain, a warrior’s guiding star.

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Verse 1 From across the Salt. ye rogues of brine and molasses, ye lads of pluck and pride, To Frisco’s shore, where tempests roar, an Onion fierce doth stride. Ah Sahm his name, with iron frame, from China’s distant strand, ‘Midst Ducks in white, he’ll carve his fight, with blood upon the land. Chorus Hey, ho, the steel doth sing, the crimson rivers run, In Chinatown’s grim hollows deep, ‘neath a cold and shrouded sun. A warrior’s soul, a storm unbound, through murk and mire he strides, Ah Sahm, the bold, with fury cold, where fate and honour bide. Verse 2 The Onions clash with hatchet’s edge, their Tong a shadowed host, The Ducks, with fists and oaths profane, do swagger and do boast. The Yankee Ducks in velvet clad, their greed doth tower high, But Ah Sahm’s hand, an Onion’s brand, shall bid their pomp to die. Chorus Hey, ho, the steel doth sing, the crimson rivers run, In Chinatown’s grim hollows deep, ‘neath a cold and shrouded sun. A warrior’s soul, a storm unbound, through murk and mire he strides, Ah Sahm, the bold, with fury cold, where fate and honour bide. Verse 3 An Onion lass, his kin astray, doth haunt his burdened breast, Through Ducks’ domains of gin and sticky games, he seeks her in unrest. His fists like gales smite Duck and knave, their bones the cobbles strew, Yet sorrow’s weight, an Onion’s fate, in silence doth accrue. Bridge Raise high the dram, ye hearty souls, and curse the Ducks’ disdain, For every blow an Onion deals, their glory wanes in vain. A sister’s cry, a vow to keep, through treachery doth wind, By lantern’s gleam, his wrath supreme, a legend none shall bind. Chorus Hey, ho, the steel doth sing, the crimson rivers run, In Chinatown’s grim hollows deep, ‘neath a cold and shrouded sun. A warrior’s soul, a storm unbound, through murk and mire he strides, Ah Sahm, the bold, with fury cold, where fate and honour bide. Verse 4 Sing loud, ye sons of Erin’s green, ye Thames’ stout-hearted throng, Of Ducks and Onions locked in strife, a tale both fierce and long. Through cannon’s peal and sabre’s gleam, his name shall echo far, Ah Sahm’s refrain, in blood and pain, a warrior’s guiding star.

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