Ho, mates! go lay the keel-blocks down,
And bring along the keel,
For we must build an iron ship,
And that right off the reel,
And that right off the reel, my boys!
With no faults to conceal,
Her frames of treble B – her shell
Of ‘Siemens-Martin’s’ steel

– Bass Kennedy


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