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 whats left of the stew the time is approaching the captain moves over the hang man steps in to do what hes paid for with the wind down the tide she goes proud ahead steaming he drives her hard into the shore
so far from the clyde together we ride we did ride
a drift to a wave from her bows to her rudder bravely she rises to meet with the land under their feet you can feel the kings shudder the shallow sea washes their hands later the captain shakes hands with the hangman climbs slowly down to the oily wet ground goes back to the car that has come here to take him through the graveyard back to the town
so far from the clyde together we ridewe 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 their only her bones on the wet poison land steal rods will drag her with winches and engines
so far from the clyde together we ride we did ride so far from the clyde together we ride we did ride