'Er keel was laid in Seventy-four,
Let 'er go - let 'er go!
They built 'er cheap, an' they scamped 'er sore,
'Er rivets was putty, 'er plates was poor,
An' then come in the Plimsoll Line,
Or I wouldn't be singin' this song of mine.
Let 'er go!
She was cranky an' foul, she was stubborn an' slow
Let 'er go - let 'er go!
An' she shipped it green when it come to blow;
'Er crews was starved, an' the pay was low,
An' 'er bloomin' owners was ready to faint
At a scrape o' pitch or a penn'orth o' paint.
Let 'er go!
But she's been 'ere, an' she's been there
Let 'er go - let 'er go!
An' she's been almost everywhere;
An' whenever you'd see 'er,
With 'er rust-red hawse an' 'er battered old funnel,
All muck an' dirt from 'er keel to 'er gun'le.
Let 'er go!
She's earned 'er keep in a number o' climes,
Let 'er go - let 'er go!
She's changed 'er name a number of times
Which won't fit right into these 'ere rhymes;
But the name o' 'er now is the Sound o' Mull -
Built on the Tyne an' sails out of 'Ull.
Let 'er go!
'Er keel was laid in Seventy-four
Let 'er go - let 'er go!
An' a breaker's price was 'er price before;
The ships was scarce an' the freights did soar;
But she's fetched 'er fourteen pound a ton
On the Baltic Exchange since the war begun.
Let 'er go!
So she's doin' 'er bit, which we all must do
Let 'er go &mdash let 'er go!
An' whether she's old or whether she's new;
Don't make much odds to a war-time crew;
An' 'ooever's sunk, or 'ooever's drowned,
The Sound o' Mull keeps pluggin' around.
Let 'er go!
An' when she goes, by night or by day,
Let 'er go &mdash let 'er go!
Either up or down, as she likely may,
I only 'ope as somebody 'll say,
''Er keel was laid in Seventy-four,
She done 'er best, an' she couldn't do more;
She warn't no swell, nor she warn't no beauty,
But she come by 'er end in the way of 'er duty'.
Let 'er go!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem