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Oh, there is a flash packet, |
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Flash packet of fame. |
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She hails from New York |
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And the Dreadnought's her name. |
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She's bound to the west, |
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Where the stormy winds blow. |
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All away to the westward, |
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In the Dreadnought we'll go. |
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Derry down, down, down derry down. |
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With the gale at her back, |
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What a sight does she make. |
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Our skippers are merry |
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With the west in her wake. |
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Her sailors like lions |
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On the decks to and fro, |
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She's the Liverpool packet. |
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Oh, Lord let her go! |
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Derry down, down, down derry down. |
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Now the Dreadnought's a-sailing |
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The Atlantic so wide. |
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While the high roaring seas |
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Move along her black sides. |
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With her sails tight as wires |
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And the Black Flag to show. |
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All away to the Dreadnought, |
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To the westward we'll go. |
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Derry down, down, down derry down. |
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Here's a health to the Dreadnought |
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And all her brave crew. |
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To bold captain |
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(whee!) |
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And his officers too. |
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Talk about your flash packets |
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Swallowtail, Black Ball. |
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The Dreadnought's the flyer |
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That out sails them all! |
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Derry down, down, down derry down. |
