| I had seen the captain drinking |
| When he took that stinking cargo out |
| Without a doubt he went too far |
| I don’t know what he was thinking |
| But he will take us out to sea |
| Eighty thousand metric tons of crude |
| A crew of twenty-one |
| Just ajar her screws in motion |
| War pounding through the ocean |
| All the stars rotating in their canopy |
| Rolling in the hold |
| Time would now unfold |
| To this black gold |
| Back and forth |
| In time for every swell |
| The heavens fixed |
| Upon our last farewell |
| Then she hit the water with a shudder |
| It had got her |
| As she went down |
| What’s up? says |
| Heard to utter was the captain in his cups |
| In my gut I know we all are doomed |
| She broke up |
| A hemmorage of oil gushed |
| A rage abroil from the soiled foil of her hull |
| And she was pulled beneath |
| The waves into her grave down in the gloom |
| My heart is still in pain |
| Bounding on the main |
| All this black gold |
| My mandolin will tell her how I feel |
| An agony of ebony and steel |
| What great balls of fire felt for miles around |
| A river spelt an ess of oil slithering |
| To leave your blackened |
| It is not romantic in the morning |
| And never mind come hithering |
| Slick stick on the shore |
| Seaside panic scores of frantic birds |
| Yet antic as they slog through all |
| It augurs as an ecologic nightmare to be sure |
| Black gold hades |
| High command |
| Black gold nature’s |
| Upper hand |
| All this black gold |
| With ladies in mercedes on the strand |
| The tar upon her car and in the sand |
| I’m the way the resurrection |
| I’d say on him reflecting |
| With what we’re doing here |
| For sure he’d want to |
| Down the deepest trenches |
| As their cadavers hold palaver |
| And the gravity of their endeavors |
| Christ |
| I’m not sure he’d feel secure |
| Lead us clear out of this dark |
| Man is stewing in his stench |
| Cleverly converts them into shark |
| My heart is still in pain |
| Bounding on the main |
| All this black gold |
| My mandolin will tell her how I feel |
| An agony of ebony and steel |