Charter Brown

by The Affirmative

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Charter Brown

We were given odds of ten-to-one
But could not win the fight
So we left pretensions in a ditch
And fled into the night

Charter Brown had stood his ground
And reason could not budge
The future in pawn but we’ll sing a song
Let history be our judge

Our bartered friend, all alone at the end
He did the old place proud
Raise a glass in his stead, our bold born and bred
Old Charter still unbowed

The little girl danced her little jig
As the nation bled to death
While the topers up the Crown and Harp
Toasted its last breath

She did her fine dance, as the audience
Howled like patriots true
She trod on those boards, delighted the hordes
Charter, this is for you

Skipped to the beat, was light on her feet
Duelling with the drum
For somebody’s dad, or somebody’s lad
Justice burdensome

In the shadow of a sacred shrine
To dead of years long gone
Countless souls their maker met
That bleak autumnal morn

Be ye planter or clan, belong to this land
Or to new worlds you’ll sail
Vainglorious pride, or follow the tide
Though westerly does prevail

We live by the tears, shed down the years
The past won’t set you free
In Old Charter’s mind, it’s still ‘49
Great days will come, you’ll see

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released May 9, 2018
Words: Topping
Music: Shaw and Topping

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The Affirmative Plymouth, UK

The Affirmative are an eclectic guitar driven band from Plymouth, fusing indie with Americana, to produce a Splendid debut album of songs ranging from the lyrically and musically complex, to quirky reminiscences about lost love and wasted summer days.

Their music is shaped by everything from the American South to the English South-West and many well-worn highways and byways between and beyond.
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