Having sped their departure with ev'ry good wish,
The drifters and trawlers returned to their fish.
Do you know the sensation, so hard to explain,
Of living a former existence again,
With never a clue to the why or the when?
Well, the drifters and trawlers were feeling it then,
And the sea chuckled deep as it washed to and fro
On the hulls of the battleships up in the Flow.
The Old Navy waited, the Old Navy swore,
While battleships costing two millions and more