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There was blood on the hands of a hungry sailor There was smoke on the tide and men on the sands No fortune for those who dared to survive Savages, nobles and convicts all land The jetty is getting shorter but no one seems to care And the birds gone quiet at Malcom's point The waters getting darker with the bodies gone missing And the ghosts of swimmers on the groyne Everything you love you lose It was all yellow and blue Now it's all just avenues There's lonely stumps in the sand where the seagulls cry Down that Glanville Railway line As the world war clock strikes 6 on the dot Won't you take me back to 1849 Everything you love you lose It was all yellow and blue Now it's all just avenues Everything you love you lose It was all yellow and blue Now it's all avenues Everything you love you lose It was all yellow and blue Now it's all just avenues That which works is never used And life seems better than the news In five thousand nineteen