The Sinking of the Trade Ship Prosperous

Everything was going well —
  Nothing wrong could we foresee;
    Now we sink beneath the swell.

One week since we bade farewell,
  Fair winds blew us strong and free,
    Everything was going well

Warning none, but stricken bell
  To the tempest made its plea —
    Now we sink beneath the swell.

Spices, cloth, and gold to sell —
  Wealth giv'n to us by the sea —
    Everything was going well.

Traitor ocean, now our hell,
  Swallows cargo, rich debris,
    Now we sink beneath the swell.

Ev'ry hand now feels the knell —
  Fateful, solemn guaranty.
    Everything was going well,
      Now we sink beneath the swell.