Procol Harum — Memorial Drive

Cellar full of diamonds, turret full of gold All for a mermaid's locket, too much to hold Drink the seals' blood from the ocean Drink the whole ocean dry Steal the moonshine from the night-time Steal the sun from the sky Black-skinned warrior, Zulu Queen Sold for a silver dollar, shipped across the sea Worked like a Mexican donkey Used like a hole in the ground Branded her skin like she didn't feel a thing Crying without a sound