Sounds old, and focuses on the Molasses Flood in Boston(1919) but written in 1985 by the late Tom Rowe (d2004) of Portland’s Schooner Fare.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A6GlajMzVf0

Oh, the African man cuts the sugar cane                 (Oh Molasses)
He works in the sun and he works in the rain …         (Oh Molasses Rum)
Then he loads it up on a wooden ship and he sends it off on a northern trip
        Singin’ Oh Molasses, oh molasses rum

Singing, oh molasses, oh molasses rum
Oh, molasses Old New England tea
It killed my grandpa, killed my pa
And it sure as Hell is killing me
Singing, oh molasses, oh molasses rum

When they fought the war for the colonies        (Oh Molasses)
They fought it over New England tea                (Oh Molasses Rum)
When Old King George put a tax on it the colonies nearly took a fit…
        Singin’ Oh Molasses, oh molasses rum
        CHORUS

In the time of the 1917 war …                        (Oh Molasses)
Molasses sitting on the Boston shore …         (Oh Molasses Rum)
When they pumped it in it was twelve degrees, a long cold night in a Boston freeze
        Singin’ Oh Molasses, oh molasses rum
        CHORUS

In the morning it was 42 …                        (Oh Molasses)
Molasses vat split clean in two …                 (Oh Molasses Rum)
Two million gallons covered the bay, 21 drowned in the flood that day
        Singin’ Oh Molasses, oh molasses rum
        CHORUS

My grandpa he died cutting cane …                (Oh Molasses)
My pa went down in the great brown rain        (Oh Molasses Rum)
But I won’t go in a pool of blood, no I won’t drown in a black-strap flood
        Still, I’ll go down to molasses, oh molasses rum
        CHORUS – TAG

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