An' herself come in at the lower end;
Then her slow-bell speed begun to mend
Fer the space that the old boat led.
Sing ho! fer the clerks an' the engineers
A-swabbin' the grease on the runnin' gears
An' settin' the stroke ahead.
Puff-puff! they went by the flat sand-bars,
Chug-chug! where the currents spun,
An' the "Pauline's" stokers were not to blame
Fer her tall, black stacks were spoutin' flame,