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 hangman steps in to do what he's paid for

with the wind and 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


as if to a wave from her bow to her rudder
bravely she rises to meet with the land

under their feet they all feel the keel shudder
the shallow sea washes the land
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
from 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

'til 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