Sugar Trade

Now back when this earth was a silver blue jewel And back when your grandfather's fathers were young Men of these shores made and gave up their lives Pulling up fish from the sea While down in the African slavery trade Stealing young men to cut sugar cane Rum to New Bedford and codfish from Maine They were building a wall that will always remain Oh the crown and the cross the musket and the chain The white man's religion the family name Two hundred years later and who is to blame? The captain or the cargo or the juice of the sugar cane? The doryman he knows when the riptides will run He sets out his nets and he waits in the sun He thinks of his family and drinks of his rum And he waits for the codfish to come It's the same goddamn ocean that keeps them alive It will swallow you up it will let you survive It will heal you and steal you and take you away Like a note in a bottle with nothing to say Now back when this earth was a silver blue jewel Back when your grandfather's fathers were young Men of these shores made and gave up their lives Pulling up fish from the