But she couldn't do the trick.
Sing ho! fer the pilot at the wheel
A-shavin' the choals on a twelve-inch keel,
Enough to scare yeh sick.
The "Queen" was doin' her level best
An' she wasn't leadin' far—
Fer the "Pauline" stuck like a barber's leech—
But she let her siren whistle screech
When she led the way into Dodson's Reach,
Three miles from Santee Bar.