Rachel Built A Steamboat

Early in the morning, the colorado sun

Starts a tale of courage of how the west was won

Oh, rachael built a steamboat and she built it in the house

And people came from mile's around to marvel at her work

A far from active spinster in accordance with her age

And rachael loved her steamboat and she called it baby boy

Fine work from such aged hands

How her steamboat cherished when she sweetly sang

And rachael steered her steamboat through the locks of illinois

And down canals and rivers, how she sailed her baby boy

But onward to the potomac through washington d.c.

She takes her new-made offspring on a journey to the sea

Across the north atlantic with an adolescent gaze

And baby boy was smiling as he surged across the waves

And latitudes and longitudes were taken in their stride

Into the english channel with flotillas at their side

Sing high! Sing low!

Sing high! Sing low!

But gathered throng were cheering from the banks of london town

But many of the young folks thought it good to shout them down

But when they saw ol' rachael, oh so wonderful that day

She saw that those who came to mock had all remained to pray

And stuck out in a garrison, two hundred legionnaires

Were fighting evil dervish hoards and running out of prayers

So cold and harsh and hungry, many stricken with disease

But hearing of our rachael, oh, they won the war with ease

The story I must end here for it's time now, if you please

Let's listen to the sound of rachael's steamboat on the seas