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• Artiste: Horrible Histories
• Titre: Pilgrim Fathers Rap
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We're the Pilgrim Fathers You may have heard rather A lot 'bout our notions Crossing the oceans On the good ship Mayflower But it's true our journey Turned into quite a commotion People report that we sported these hats But that's not true I mean, would you? Anyway the main thing to say We began the USA With our little band of religion fans From the East Midlands We all believed slowly That England was becoming less holy So set off for Holland 'Cause there we had friends But in the end seemed the Netherlands Would never be the land, we planned Couldn't stand to remain on that terrain So again we rearranged To start a new nation with our congregation A new and calmer life Took a builder and farmer and his wife And the clerica to find America Oh it's a new world! It wasn't new to the natives Still we thought we'd claim it Yeah, it's the new world... I still remember 9th of November The year 1620 and we saw plenty of land We thanked God when we found ground I kept calm but it didn't go as planned Couldn't land on the sand A month later though, we made it New Plymouth, man, we claimed it The natives said not but ran when we shot. Moved there, it proved yeah That life would be though 'Cause we didn't have enough Of the right stuff Did you know had no seeds we could grow Though William Mullins had stacked 126 pairs of shoes in his pack Now that's wack A fishing rod, a plough A pig, or a cow Would have been a much better idea But now there's no food for us to eat Does this mean that we'll meet with de-feet...! No fun in the new world! I'm glad we've arrived here But will we survive here Yeah, in the new world... People were staving Our numbers halving When the winter winds blew Even fewer live through It wasn't pretty in our new city But the natives took pity even though They didn't have to Man called Tonto Taught us how to grow maize Catch eel for a meal, Build chopta in the bays Tribe gave us a feast Our starvation ceased In 1621 what they had done Turned us back from the dead To the living and to this day That's why we have Thanksgiving In Massachusetts built a colony it's true They say modern America Was founded by our crew It's a new world But we can't call it England Let's call it New England Yeah, in the new world... My home was in Plymouth Lets call it New Plymouth I got an idea, lets call this New Hampshire Wait, I'm from Newcastle Can we call it New Newcastle? No... It's a new world