The Dreadnought 1

There is a flash packet, flash packet of fame,

She hails from New York and the Dreadnought's her name,

She's bound to the westward where stormy winds blow,

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

Derry down, down, down derry down.

Now, the Dreadnought she lies in the river Mercey,

Awaiting the tugboat to take her to sea,

Out around the Rock Light where the salt tides do flow,

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

Derry down, down, down derry down.

Now, the Dreadnought's a-howlin' down the wild Irish Sea,

Her passengers merry, with hearts full of glee,

As sailors like lions walk the decks to and fro,

She's the Liverpool packet, O Lord, let her go!

Derry down, down, down derry down.

Now, the Dreadnought's a-sailin' the Atlantic so wide,

Where the high roaring seas roll along her black sides,

With her sails tightly set for the Red Cross to show,

She's the Liverpool packet, O Lord, let her go!

Derry down, down, down derry down.

Now, a health to the Dreadnought, and all her brave crew,

To bold Captain Samuel, his officers, too,

Talk about your flash packets, Swallowtail and Black Ball,

The Dreadnaught's the flier that outsails them all.

Derry down, down, down derry down.