Many a man has seen
The Dorothy Ellen under sail
And it filled their hearts with joy
As it would do any male
For she was a proud ship
Beautiful in her lines
And when she was in full sail
She left the other's behind
Over many sea's she sailed
Throughout her many years
Weathering all the storms
Beating all her fears
Storms she counted many
Waves, numerous as the stars
Many ports she visited
In countries near and far
And all the while she sailed
One man for her did mourn
The man who made her what she was
The man who saw her born
The man who really loved her
From her top mast to her keel
Who could tell from her sail set
How his ship did feel
He knew when she was struggling
Trying to keep abreast
And not succumbing to
The waves when they would crest
He watched her with much sadness
When things were not so great
And she would shake and shimmer
And look like she might break
But then his heart would fill
As she fought to hold her ground
And not allow the angry seas
To turn his ship around
But as he grew much older
His eyesight it grew dim
And he could see that his ship
Was simply just a whim
A whim for all to see
When his love she let him down
And he knew he had to abandon her
Or else he'd sink and drown
So with his heart torn by sorrow
He let her go alone
Alone upon the lonely sea's
For her love he'd barely know
Known for a short time
Knowing it would end
When she returned to home port
To tie up once again
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