There's a saucy wild packet, and a packet of fame; She belongs to New York, and The Dreadnought's her name; She is bound to the westward where stormy winds blow; Bound away in the Dreadnought, to the west'ard we'll go. The time of her sailing is now drawing nigh; Farewell, pretty May, I must bid you good-bye; Farewell to old England and all we hold dear, Bound away in the Dreadnought, to the west'ard we'll steer. Oh, the Dreadnought is pulling out of Waterlock Dock Where the boys and the girls to the pierheads do flock. They will give us three cheers while their tears do flow, Saying, "God bless the Dreadnought where'er she may go!" Oh, the Dreadnought's a-bowlin' down the wild Irish sea Where the passengers are merry, their hearts full of glee, While her sailors like lions down the decks to and fro. She's the Liverpool packet, oh Lord, let her go! Oh, the Dreadnought's a-sailin' the Atlantic so wide, While the dark heavy seas roll along her black sides, With her sails neatly spread and the Red Cross to show. She's the Liverpool packet, oh Lord, let her go! Oh, the Dreadnought's becalmed on the banks of Newfoundland Where the water's so green and the bottom is sand, Where the fish of the ocean swim round to and fro. She's the Liverpool packet, oh Lord, let her go! Oh, the Dreadnought, she's a-bowlin' past old Nantucket Head, And the man in the chains takes a cast with the lead; Then up jumps the flounders just fresh from the ground, Crying, "Blast your eyes, Chucklehead; and mind where you sound!" Oh, the Dreadnought's arrived in America once more; We'll go ashore, shipmates, on the land we adore, See our wives and our sweethearts, be merry and free, Drink a health to the Dreadnought, wheresoe'er she may be. Here's a health to the Dreadnought, and to all her brave crew; Here's a health to her captain and officers, too. Talk about your flash packets, Swallow Tail and Black Ball, But the Dreadnought's the clipper to beat one and all.