An' tear the decks away.
But the captain bold of the ex-"Pauline,"
He didn't stop a bit,
Fer he flew with the wreckage through the air,
An' fell on the landin', fair an' square,
An' the "Queen" run in an' found him there,
R'ared up from where he'd lit.
An' he yelled: "You rouster, I've won the race!
Go git a boat that can keep my pace,
Yer 'North Queen' doesn't fit!"