They pull out her cables
And hack off her hatches
Too poor to be wasteful
With pity or time
They swarm on her carcass
With torches and axes
Like a whale on the bloody shoreline

Stripped of her pillars
Her stays and her stanchions
When there’s only her bones
On the wet, poisoned land
Steel ropes will drag her
With winches and engines
‘Til there’s only a stain on the sand

So far from the Clyde
Together we’d ride
We did ride
So far from the Clyde, Mark Knopfler