Apollo on the Docks

Oh fleet-running river, you're chasing the sea
 Apollo is racing to meet thee
 Haul the sun down to old silver town
 And light the poor banks of the lee
 Immortals are coming to factory and slum
 Where all the old dockers lie sleeping
 Olympus is silent for its use has come down
 To sprinkle gold rain in the east end of town
 And light the poor banks of the lee
 So fleet-running river, you're chasing the sea
 Apollo is racing to meet thee
 Haul the sun down to old silver town
 And light the poor banks of the lee
 Well in comes Poseidon, that old stevedore
 He's riding the tide to his glory
 Billingsgate fishes swim under his sails
 Dropping bright dollars like silvery scale
 To line the poor banks of the lee
 So fleet-running river, you're chasing the sea
 Apollo is racing to meet thee
 Haul the sun down to old silver town
 And light the poor banks of the lee
 Now swift Atalanta is leading the race
 She's braced for the breezes of England
 In come her sisters, the wind in their hair
 The daughters of Asia and Africa
 To leap the poor banks of the lee
 So fleet-running river, you're chasing the sea
 Apollo is racing to meet thee
 Haul the sun down to old silver town
 And light the poor banks of the lee
 Then in comes Achilles, he's stronger than steel
 But weak for the prize he is seeking
 Poverty's specter with gold in his eyes
 Austerity, slavery, sacrifice
 Do stalk the poor banks of the lee
 So fleet-running river, you're chasing the sea
 Apollo is racing to meet thee
 Haul the sun down to old silver town
 And light the poor banks of the lee