She's a saucy fast packet and a packet of fame,
She hails from New York and the Dreadnought's her name.
She's bound to the westward, where strong winds do blow;
She's a Liverpool liner, bully boys, let her go!

Bound away, bound away, where strong winds do blow,
Bound away in the Dreadnought to the westward we'll go.

Now the Dreadnought is leaving the Waterloo Dock,
And the boys and the girls on the pierhead do flock.
They give her three cheers, while their tears freely flow,
Bound away in the Dreadnought to the westward we'll go.

Now the Dreadnought is anchored in the Mersey so free,
Waiting for the Independence to tow her to sea.
Down past those black rocks where the Mersey does flow,
Bound away in the Dreadnought to the westward we'll go.

Now the Dreadnought is sailing down the wild Irish Sea,
Her passengers on deck, all their hearts light and free;
And the seamen on watch pace the decks to and fro.
Bound away in the Dreadnought to the westward we'll go.

Now the Dreadnought is ploughing the Atlantic so wide,
Where the heavy green seas rush along her black sides.
With her sails trimmed so neatly, her Red Cross to show,
Bound away in the Dreadnought to the westward we'll go.

Now the Dreadnought is crossing the Georges so grand,
Where the sea it is green and the bottom is sand;
Where the big fish swim around her and sporting whales blow;
Bound away in the Dreadnought to the westward we'll go.

Now the Dreadnought is lying in New York once more.
Let's go ashore, shipmates, on the land we adore,
See our wives and our sweethearts, be jolly and free,
And we'll drink to the Dreadnought wherever she be.

Here's health to the Dreadnought and to her bold crew;
Here's health to her captain and officers true.
Talk about your fast packets, Swallowtail and Black Ball,
But the Dreadnought's the clipper to outsail them all.

[An American version published in Doerflinger, 1951]