A Diamond Black as Night

There was a man named Sam and a man named Cam and they worked both day and night,
In the hopes that they might find one day a diamond black as night.
And they worked and slaved in a lightless cave way down in the ground,
And though they raked till their bones ached, no diamond could be found.

It came about that when Sam’s shout of “diamond found” was said,
That jealous Cam, became the man who killed poor Samuel dead.
He took the rock and behind lock and key Cam hid it well,
He guarded it and horded it till wealth became his hell.

Cam didn’t dare to spend a hare of the wealth he had achieved,
But horded it and guarded itand soon Cam came to believe,
He could not wed "Because," he said,"she would only want his cash"
No friend had he because, you see, his head they would all bash
As he had Sam that other man, whose ghost haunted Cam still.

And every night by the pale moonlight Sam’s ghost would wail and chill
Cam’s every bone and all his home in the hopes that one day still,
Poor Cam would see and maybe he would finally do what’s right,
And lose the wealth that ate his health that diamond black as night.

But Cam would not, that poor, poor sot. He could not see the light.
He would not sell, or buy or dump, he stayed in hell that stupid lump,
With a diamond black as night.