Well I had a little think as instructed, Jerry, ad what popped into my head was a verse out of the Flying Cloud.

The plague it came and fever too
It killed them off like flies
We piled their bodies on the deck
And hove them o'er the side
For sure the dead were lucky then
They'd have to weep no more
Nor drag the chain or feel the lash
In Cuba for evermore.

Not sure what you're looking for, but that verse and image were what came to me.