Blake: a Dirge

by Chris Blenkarn

After "Tit-willow" from The Mikado

On drear Gauda Prime a grim figure strode by
Wond'ring Avon, Kerr Avon, where are you?
His visage embittered, and blighted his eye
Oh Avon, Kerr Avon, where are you?
Just this minute, the lives of three men he's destroyed
If asked, you would say, here's a man to avoid
Especially by shipmates a touch paranoid
Oh Avon, Kerr Avon, where are you?

E'en now as the Scorpio concludes its last quest
Oh Avon, he's here, waiting for you.
He's firmly resolved these newcomers to test
Oh Avon, he's here, waiting for you
But the crew are shot down and their plight it grows dire
We're afraid Blake's precautions will shortly backfire
Those rash hopes of good fortune begin to expire
Oh Avon, he's here, waiting for you.

The shots they ring out and the crew they do fall
Oh Avon, Kerr Avon, what made you?
In that ill fated gall'ry their bodies all sprawl
Oh Avon, Kerr Avon, what made you?
The sad fate of our heroes just leaves us aghast
Oh say it's not true, and the die is not cast
For we cannot believe that they've all breathed their last
Oh Avon, Kerr Avon, what made you?

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