There is not in the harbour the chaingang's got the guard

In the steamin' hot disaster slavery is fighting hard



And the rifles scream: no mercy die now or be free

In the haze some took a galley in search of liberty



Criminals desperate resign

Innocent plea for their lives

Animals wounded they cry

They've got no chance on the galley without aim



On the ocean storm is wailing some have gone over board

And the captain he is praying: "bless our souls please my Lord"



In the morning silent mourning of the ship that knows all plain

On the bottom it tells the story of the galley without aim



Shadows fall on the harbour's scenery

A silent call of a galley moving smooth

A dead old ship a sign names it "Liberty"

And still remains the memory of the

Galley without aim