They had a last supper the day of the beaching
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She's a dead ship sailing skeleton crew
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The galley is empty, the stove pots are cooling
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What's left of the stew
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The time is approaching, the captain moves over
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The hangman steps in to do what he's paid for
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With the wind down the tide she goes proud ahead steaming
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And he drives her hard into the shore
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So far from the Clyde
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Together we ride, we did ride
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A drift to a wave from her bows to her rudder
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Bravely she rises to meet with the land
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Under their feet you can feel the Kings shudder
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The shallow sea washes their hands
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Later the captain shakes hands with the hangman
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Climbs slowly down to the oily wet ground
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Goes back to the car that has come here to take him
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Through the graveyard back to the town
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So far from the Clyde
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Together we ride, we did ride
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They pull out her cables and hack off her hatches
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Too poor to be wasteful with pity or time
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They sworn on her carcass with torches and axes
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Like a whale on a bloody shoreline
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Stripped of her pillars her stays and her stanchions
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When it's only her bones on the wet poison land
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Steel robbers will drag her with winches and engines
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Till it's only a stain on the sea
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So far from the Clyde
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Together we ride, we did ride
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So far from the Clyde
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Together we ride, we did ride
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So Far From The Clyde
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| Mark Knopfler |
