Noble Tom now enroute to D#2., page-4

Only one writer I like better than Banjo so here’s my version of Shakespeare’s St Crispin day. I could only use so many of your names so please don’t be offended.


Drilling success I pray thee, wish not one barrel less. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth also feed upon my success; It yearns me not if men my investments follow; Such trivial things dwell not in my desires. But if it be a sin to covet oil, I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England. Drill bit success! I would not lose so great an honour As one dollar minimum me thinks i would take for my shares. For the best hope I have. O, I do not wish any less! Rather proclaim it, a behemoth , a behemoth be my toast, That he which hath no stomach to this wait. Let him depart; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse; We would not celebrate in that man's company That fears his fellowship to invest with us. This day is call'd the the spud of Dorado. He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd, And rouse him at the name of Dorado. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say 'To-morrow is Dorado day.' Then will he strip his sleeve and show his tattoos, And say 'These words I had on Dorado day.' Oil bloody millions of barrels .Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember, with advantages, What money he made that day. Then shall our names, Familiar in his mouth as household words- Ya and Magpie, Gottalove and Cosmoterios, Towie and Joseph, Ftroop and Dianna. Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red. This story shall the good man teach his son; And Dorado Dorado shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered- We few, we happy few, we band of shareholders; For he to-day that invests his money with CVN Shall be rich; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition; And gentlemen in Australia now-a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not invested here, And hold their retirements crappy whiles any speaks That invested with us upon Dorado day.