The day the river freezes is the day it won't seem fair
'Cos they'll come to get the river lady
And I don't think they'll care
I know they'll scrape her paint off
In their same old foolish ways
Now the people see the river
But the old ship's gone away.
Water turns cold and gets to freezing
Before you even know ;it the old girl's easing
Away from her berth round by the point and out of our view
Off in the mist her engines pounding
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