And many a thundering lie they told
About her runs in the days of old;
But the time did come and the time did go,
And she grew old as we all must grow,
And the most of her gear was carried away
When caught aback in a gale one day
(And away, my old-time clipper!).
Her masts were sprung from fore to mizen
(Away O, my poor old clipper!)
And freights was poor and dues had risen,