Album Name : Legends Never Die
Release Date : 2008-09-16
Song Duration : 4:34
Dreadnoughts 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 west'ard we'll go.
The time of her sailing is now drawing nigh; Farewell, pretty May, I must bid you good-bye; Farewell to old England and all there we hold dear, Bound away in the Dreadnought, to the west'ard we'll steer.
Oh, the Dreadnought's a-bowlin' down the wild Irish Sea, Where the passengers are merry, their hearts full of glee, While her sailors like lions walk the decks to and fro, She's the Liverpool packet, Oh, Lord, let her go!
Oh, the Dreadnought's a-sailing 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 the Liverpool packet, oh Lord, let her go!
Here's a health to the Dreadnought, and to all her brave crew. Here's a health to her captain and officers too. Talk about your flash packets, Swallow Tail and Black Ball, But the Dreadnought's the clipper to beat one and all.