—Now the Dreadnought's she lies in the River Mersey,
Because of the tug-boat to take her to sea;
But when she's off soundings you shortly will know.
(En chœur.)
She's the Liverpool packet… O Lord, let her go
—Now the Dreadnought's she's howlin'crost the Banks o' Newfoundland,
Where the water's all shallow and the bottom's all sand.
Sez all the little fishes that swim to and fro:
(En chœur.)
She's the Liverpool packet… O Lord, let her go[22]!…