Unknown Sailor

Making his way down to Portsmouth from London

He met three young men in the cold

A kind-hearted man, he broke bread with the strangers

But oh how the night would unfold

As darkness closed in and the path was deserted

The strangers’ intent was to kill

They stripped him, and robbed him, and sliced the man’s throat

And left him to die on the hill

It’s the tale of the Unknown Sailor

Remembered for how he was killed

And cursed be the man who dares wander alone

With the ghosts of Hindhead hill

Their crime soon discovered, swift justice was sought

For the innocent man they betrayed

As sun rose before them, the butchers were captured

A life for a life must be paid

As a warning to all who would dare pass that way

The strangers were hung up in chains

Left there to starve and to rot on the hillside

Their bonds till this day still remain

It’s the tale of the Unknown Sailor

Remembered for how he was killed

And cursed be the man who dares wander alone

With the ghosts of Hindhead hill

Hundreds of years may have passed since that night

But the curse on that land shall not fail

The rattling of chains can be heard through the night

And a soft, yet tormented soul’s wail

It’s the tale of the Unknown Sailor

Remembered for how he was killed

And cursed be the man who dares wander alone

With the ghosts of Hindhead hill

Tale of the Unknown Sailor

Remembered for how he was killed

And cursed be the man who dares wander alone

Cursed be the man who dares wander alone

Cursed be the man who dares wander alone

With the ghosts of Hindhead hill