The
steamboat’s horns,
Start
to blare
The
call of goodbye to the farewell party-
Sobs
are heard, thick and hearty
Over
the cheering, screaming, joyous crowd.
The
crimson ship
Has
started to plow-
Through
the dark, mighty water
It
will go. Then the large boat
Will
start to slow
To
an end at the land,
Where new people stand.
Where
one voyage ends,
A
new one begins.
