The Dreadnoughts - The Dreadnought

Oh, 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 west,
where the stormy winds blow.
Bound away in the westward,
to the Dreadnought we’ll go.
Derry down, down, down derry down.

With the gale at her back,
what a sight does she make.
Our skippers are merry
with the west in her wake.
Her sailors like lions
walk the decks to and fro,
She’s the Liverpool packet.
Oh, Lord let her go!
Derry down, down, down derry down.
Now the Dreadnought’s a-sailing
the Atlantic so wide.
While the high roaring seas
roll along her black sides.
With her sails tight as wires
and the Black Ball to show.
Bound away to the Dreadnought,
to the westward we’ll go.
Derry down, down, down derry down.
Here’s a health to the Dreadnought
and to all her brave crew.
To bald captain
(whee!)
and his officers too.
Talk about your flash packets
Swallow Tail, Black Ball.
The Dreadnought’s the flayer
can out sails them all!
Derry down, down, down derry down.