BLACK TUESDAY
by Mark Kinney  26 September 2001
to the tune of "Skibbereen"
This song was also published in _September 11th, 2001: A Memorial Songbook_ by MASSFILC.
(see http://www.massfilc.org/HR.htm for more information)

Oh father dear, I often heard you talk of towers tall
Their lofty spires, their distant view, standing above all
You say they were a busy place of commerce and of trade
Oh where now are these wonders that humankind had made?

Oh son, they stood so proud and tall above Manhattan Isle
And thousands went to see the view and wonder for a while
Until a horrid vengeful wind did chance to come around
On September the Eleventh, when they brought the Towers down

I wish I could forget the sights of horrible Black Tuesday
If only those airliners had simply gone astray
But hijackers did take the planes, on the Towers to bear down
They stayed up another hour, then tumbled to the ground

The New York Port Authority, firefighters and police
Did respond fast as they could; now so many rest in peace
Some did live and they did dig to bring survivors out
To snatch them from the Reaper's scythe so long as there was doubt

The Pentagon was also hit and many there lost, too
And over Pennsylvania, they did what they had to do
So say a prayer to the ghod you know for those they left behind
And unsung heroes everywhere that Black Tuesday did find