The Dreadnaught - Intellectual

Here's the tale of a packet—a packet of fame

She sails from New York and the Dreadnought’s her name

'Cross the wild western ocean she's bound for to go

She’s the Liverpool packet, oh Lord let her go!

Derry down, down, down derry down

Oh, the Dreadnought is lying in the river Mersey

Waiting the Independence to tow her to sea

All around that rock light where the salt tides do flow

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

Derry down, down, down derry down

Now the Dreadnought's a-howling down the wild Irish Sea

Her passengers merry, and the drink is so free

The sailors, like lions, walk the decks to and fro

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

Derry down, down, down derry down

The Dreadnought's a-sailing the Atlantic so wide

Where the high, roaring seas roll along her black sides

The sails tightly set for the Red Cross to show

She's the Liverpool Packet, oh Lord, let her go!

Derry down, down, down derry down

Now the Dreadnought is sailing by the banks of Newfoundland

Where the water is green and the bottom is sand

The fishes all sing as they swim to and fro

Saying: God bless the Dreadnaught where 'ere she may go!

Derry down, down, down derry down

Here's a health to the Dreadnought and all her brave crew

To old Captain Samuels and his officers true

You can talk your flash packets, Swallowtail and Black Ball

But the Dreadnought’s the ship that can out-sail them all

Derry down, down, down derry down