David Chadwick

My Name is Davy Lawrieston

It was only a way of making a living

Just commerce, earning a shilling

At the end of a club, blood money,

Killing and more killing

Rounding them up, rounding them up

Death on the rocks for the cows and the pups

Day after day of continuous slaughter

We ate putrid seal meat and brackish water

We survived, came through that hell; we lived

Is it the truth? Do you care?

It’s what the song says, but hear me out

It’s not really me they’re singing about

They created someone out of the air

(Even my name – it didn’t fit

Too many syllables, so they changed it)

And like a spirit, detaching from the body

That Davy floated free, became someone new

More real than real, truer than true