>>115640805Jayme 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 finest 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 were no match for one
As they came to general quarters and they sent out the alarm
Jayme must have known they'd finally bought the farm
Now they say that Jayme Dawson was no man to cut and run
And they say that when he fought he had the fury of a sun
But they say he made his bargain with some power of the night
And he sold his soul to win his final fight
No one living saw that battle, though the fleet was quick to leave
But at the sight they found a scene no sane man would believe
Three light cruisers cut to ribbons, wreckage scattered all around
But no trace 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 makes my blood run cold
The more because it's true
Is the tale of Jayme Dawson and his crew
Yes, the tale of Jayme Dawson and his crew
I was second mate on Hera's Dream, a freighter of the line
Running loads of precious metals to the colony on Nine
I was standing second watch on that most uneventful flight
When the pirate ships appeared out of the night
Well I thought our fate was settled, for they had us four-to-one
And you can't fight bloody 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 screens
First I thought she was a pirate, but the vector was all wrong
Then I thought the fleet had found us but the signal wasn't strong
And our hailing brought no answer, and I felt a sudden dread
For the stranger's shield were up and glowing red
