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So Far From The Clyde

They had a last supper
the day of the beaching
She's a dead ship sailing
- skeleton crew
The galley is empty
the stove pots are cooling
with what's left of a stew

Her time is approaching
The captain moves over
The hangman steps in
to do what he's paid for
With the wind and the tide
she goes proud ahead steaming
and he drives her hard into the shore

so far from the Clyde
together we'd ride
we did ride

As if to a wave
from her bows to her rudder
bravely she rises
to meet with the land
Under their feet
they all feel her keel shudder
A shallow sea washes their hands

Later the captain
shakes hands with the hangman
and climbs slowly down
to the oily wet ground
Goes bowed to the car
that has come here to take him
through the graveyard and back to the town

So far from the Clyde
together we ride
we did ride

They pull out her cables and hack off her hatches
too poor to be wasteful with pity or time
they swarm on her carcass with torches and axes
like a whale on a bloody shore line
stripped of her pillars, her stays and her stanchions
when there's only her bones on the wet poison land
steel ropes will drag her with winches and engines
till there's only a stain on the sand

So far from the Clyde
together we ride... we did ride
so far from the Clyde
together we ride... we did ride

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