"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
What's 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 down the tide she goes proud ahead, steaming
And he drives her hard into the shoreSo far from the Clyde
Together we ride, we did ride"

:-)