The Dreadnaught

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This example of "The Dreadnaught" is performed by Jolly Rogers on their album Pirates Gold, available from the Chivalry Music store
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Excerpt from Shanties of the Seven Seas)
As a forebitter the last line of each verse would often be sung in chorus, but when used as a shanty at the capstan this chorus would be added:

Bound away! Bound away!  where the wide [wild] waters flow,
Bound away to the west'ard in the DreadnaughtI we'll go!

This forebitter was often sung, with the inconsequence typical of seamen, to the tune of another forebitter called The Dom Pedero.

The Dreadnaught was a flash American clipper packet launched in 1853 and she was famous for her many smart passages across the Atlantic.  As Hugill notes, she was the Liverpool packet, not a Liverpool packet, meaning she did not hail from Liverpool, but traded there.  She was shipwrecked in 1869 while rounding Cape Horn.

It's of a flash packet, a packet of fame,
She hails from New York and the Dreadnaught's her name.
'Cross the wild Western ocean, she's bound for to go.
She's the Liverpool packet. Oh Lord, let her go!
Derry down, down, down derry down.

Now the Dreadnaught is hauling out of Waterloo Dock
And the boys and the girls to the pierhead do flock.
They give us three cheers as their tears down do flow.
She's the Liverpool packet. Oh Lord, let her go!

Now the Dreadnaught is lying in the River Mersey,
'Waiting the Independence to tow her to sea
Out 'round the Rock Light where them salt tides do flow.
Bound away in the Dreadnaught to the west wind we'll go!

Now the Dreadnaught's a-howling down the wild Irish Sea,
Her passengers merry and with their hearts full of glee.
Her sailors like lions walk the decks to and fro.
She's the Liverpool packet. Oh Lord, let her go !

Now the Dreadnaught is sailing the Atlantic so wide,
Where the high roaring seas roll along her black side.
With her sails taughtly set for the Red Cross to show ,
And away in the Dreadnought to the west wind we'll go!

Now the Dreadnaught is crossing the Banks of Newfoundland.
Where the water's so green and the bottom's all sand.
The fishes of the ocean they swim to and fro,
She's the Liverpool packet. Oh Lord, let her go!

And now she is lying off the Long Island Shore
Where the pilot will board us as he's oft done before.
Fill away your main topsail! Board your main tack also.
She's the Liverpool packet. Oh Lord, let her go !

Now the Dreadnaught's arriving in New York once more
we'll go ashore shipmates to the girls we adore
With the wives and with sweethearts, how merry we'll be
And we'll drink to the Dreadnaught where'er she may be!

[Or:]
And now we're arriving in old New York town.
We're bound for the Bowery and let sorrows drown.
With our gals and our beer, boys, oh let the song now.
And drink to the Dreadnaught where'er she may go! ]

Here's a health to the Dreadnaught and all her brave crew,
To bold Captain Samuels and his officers too.
You may talk of flash packets, Swallowtail and Black Ball,
But the Dreadnaught's the flyer that can outsail them all!