Memorial Drive - Procol Harum

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