The Dreadnought

There's a saucy wild packet, and a packet of fame

She belongs to New York, and the Dreadnought's her name

She is bound to the westward where the stormy winds blow

Bound away in the Dreadnought, to the westward we'll go

Now the time of her sailing is now drawing nigh

Farewell, pretty May, I must bid you goodbye

Farewell to old England and all there we hold dear

Bound away in the Dreadnought, to the westward we'll steer

Now the Dreadnought' is bowlin' down the wild Irish Sea

Her passengers are merry, their hearts full of glee

While her sailors like lions walk the decks to and fro

She's a Liverpool packet, oh, Lord, let her go

Now the Dreadnought is a-crossing the Atlantic so wide

While the dark, heavy seas roll along her black sides

With her sails neatly spread, and the Red Cross to show

She's a Liverpool packet, oh Lord, let her go

Well, here's a health to the Dreadnought, and to all her brave crew

To bold Captain Samuel and his officers too

Talk about your flash packets, Swallow Tail and Black Ball

The Dreadnought's the clipper to beat one and all