1776: Molasses to Rum

Molasses to rum to slaves
 Oh what a beautiful waltz
 You dance with us
 We dance with you
 In molasses and rum and slaves
 Who sailed the ships outta Boston
 Laden with bibles and rum?
 Who drinks a toast
 To the Ivory Coast?
 Hail Africa, the slavers have come
 New England with Bibles, and rum
 Then it's off with the rum and the Bibles
 Take on the slaves, clink clink
 Then hail and farewell to the smell
 Of the African Coast
 Molasses to rum to slaves
 T'isnt morals; 'tis money that saves
 Shall we dance to the sound of a profitable pound
 In molasses and rum and slaves
 Who sailed the ships, outta Guinea
 Laden with Bibles and slaves
 'Tis Boston can boast, to the west and east coast
 Jamaica, we brung what ye craves
 Antigua, Barbados
 We brung Bibles, and slaves
 Gentlemen, you mustn't think our northern friends
 Merely see our Black slaves as figures on a ledger
 Oh, no, sir
 They see them as figures on the block
 Watch the faces at the auctions, gentlemen
 White faces on African wharves
 Put them in the ships
 Cram them in the ships
 Stuff them in the ships
 Hurry, gentlemen
 Let the auction begin!
 Ya-ha
 Ya-ha-ma-cundah!
 Gentlemen, do you hear?
 That's the cry of the auctioneer
 Ya-ha
 Ya-ha-ma-cundah!
 Slaves, gentlemen!
 Black gold
 Living gold
 Gold from Angola, Guinea, Guinea, Guinea
 Blackbirds for sale!
 Ashanti!
 Ibo, Ibo, Ibo, Ibo
 Look at the faces in the crowd, gentlemen
 White faces
 New England faces
 Sea-faring faces
 Faces from Nantucket, Boston, Boston, Boston
 Blackbirds for sale!
 Handle them
 Fondle them
 But don't finger them
 They're prime, they're prime
 Ya-ha!
 Ya-ha-ma-cundah
 Molasses to rum to slaves
 Who sail the ships back to Boston
 Laden with gold? See it gleam
 Whose fortunes are made
 In the triangle trade?
 Hail slavery, the New England dream
 Mr. Adams, I give you a toast
 Hail Boston!
 Hail Charleston!
 Who stinketh the most?