Above her, weed banners of crimson and amber
Wave slow in the sweep of the tide,
Glide
Hither and yon on the tide.
Yet down through the fathoms of twilit green water
Where eerie lights glimmer and strange shadows sway,
The steamer bells ring to the earl's little daughter,
"Ding-dong, ding-a-dong-dey,"
Ring out and sail on and away.
Patlander.