"Island of Tofua"

Ask them why?
Dear Captain Bligh,
Our fate away from this ship.

For as we cry,
And raise our sighs,
It was only words that made them slip.

What will become,
Of all who are one,
On this small boat out at sea?

Will we live?
On what they give,
There will be a end to this misery!

They said there is no need,
For firearms indeed,
To where we are going.

Cannot we get back onboard,
And take Christian's sword,
How soon before we start rowing?

With the shark about,
We will not last we shout,
So low in the water are we.

Fire a volley at this fish,
Lay it in heavy, don't miss!
It's not funny to us you see.

You've cut the line,
You said it was time,
And cast all, all adrift.

And what of the fiddler?
Along side in the cutter,
Will you not give him a lift?

You toss out the breadfruit,
All Nelson's young shoots,
You'll sink us all you fools!

The fun is at an end,
You must bring us back in,
Remember Britianna rules!

They've sailed on a ways,
We're hopelessly drifting away,
What I'd give to be with Noah!

Here, here, Captain Bligh,
As we row into the sky,
Agreed, the Island of Tofua!