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

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 a head 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 ride we did ride



They pull out her cables and hack off her hatches

Too poor to be wasteful with pity or time

They sworn 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 winces and engines



So far from the Clyde

Together we ride we did ride

So far from the Clyde

Together we ride we did ride