An' the black smoke vomitin' overhead
From the furnace' flamin' rage.
An' she gained, that rattle-trap mud-scow did,
While her wake got white with spray,
An' forty rods from the landin'-plank
Her bow was a-beam o' the "North Queen's" flank
An' her pilot rushin' her fer the bank
To block the "North Queen's" way.
Sing ho! fer the boilers' burstin' roar
As they hurl them loose from the splittin' floor,