And if ever the Prairie Belle took fire;

A thousand times he swore,

He'd hold her nozzle agin the bank

Till the last soul got ashore.

All boats has their day on the Mississip',

And her day came at last—

The Movastar was a better boat,

But the Belle, she wouldn't be passed,

And so came a-tearin' along that night,

The oldest craft on the line,