The Result (Paul O'Brien)

 

Come gather all and listen

To this lonely schooners tale

Of all the years that I had served

When fair winds filled my sails

How proudly once I rode the waves

But now they’ve stranded me

Marooned, alone, on stony land

So far from the sea

 

It was eighteen hundred ninety three

When first I tasted salt and kissed the sea

One hundred years A one

One hundred twenty tons

When first I tasted salt and kissed the sea

 

I was finest clipper on the Dee

When they rigged me out on Connah’s Quay

Plates of strongest steel

Proud Captain at the wheel

When they rigged me out on Connah’s Quay

 

And I played my part in the Great War

I was faster and stronger than before

Double topsails raised

For bravery I was praised

I was faster and stronger than before

 

For years with coal they weighed me down

As I sailed the Channel town to town

Loaded with the freight

Of the best of Flanders’ slate

As I sailed the Channel town to town

 

But now I bear the hardest weight

Heavier than coal or dark grey slate

The miles parting me

From my home on sea

Are heavier than coal or dark grey slate

 

It was eighteen hundred ninety three

When first I tasted salt and kissed the sea

One hundred years A one

One hundred twenty tons

When first I tasted salt and kissed the sea