There She Is

Fare-thee-well my darlin'
I'll be back before a fortnight has passed...

Fare-thee-well my darlin'
I'll be back before a fortnight has passed...
Fare-thee-well, my darlin'
I'll be back before a fortnight has passed!

Barrett - stoker off the Baltic-
Fleet -lookout off the Majestic-
Harold Bride - wireless operator with
the Marconi Telegraph Company.

There she is...
Towering high...
Broad and grand...
Ship of dreams!

Sailing Day!
Morning Bright!
Take your flight!
Ship of dreams!
She strains at her lines,
The smoke from her funnels trailing.
Her prow like a knife,
She'll cut through the waves unfailing.

Soon to be
Underway,
Size and speed unexploredů
And I'll be aboard
That ship of dreams!

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