I was a lad of fifteen years

When first I thought to roam

Out on the streets of Dyton

No more I'd make me home

I swore someday I'd take me leave

Of the old school of hard knocks

I'd take a trip on an emigrant ship

That's bound for Eavesdown Docks

CHORUS

Farewell to your streets of cobbles

Farewell to your gaslamps, too

Farewell to your jailers and jailhouse

To hell with your whole damn moon

For in the port's a spaceship

She's fillin' up her stocks

And if I can't pay then I'll have to stow away

'Cause I'm bound for Eavesdown Docks

The coppers they caught up to me

And took me clean away

Down to that hell they called a jail

For a gorram six-month stay

And when they'd had enough of me

They opened up the locks

And I told 'em straight I was gonna emigrate

Off-world to Eavesdown Docks

And when I reached Perseph'ne

Right quick I found me place

I'd make me fortune off the boats

A-comin' in from space

And them as tried to keep me down

The lot I soon outfoxed

Now they're all dead or else they've fled

From my turf on Eavesdown Docks

The best years of me life I've spent

Servin' ships of every line

I'm a right successful businessman

Down to me hat so fine

Now I outrank all the gentry

That musta been a shock

On account of me from the Colony

Is the king of Eavesdown Docks