T.S.S. Maheno By Noel Gardner
Shrouded in mist on a long stretch of beach, There's a fine old lady enshrined. From a working class place back in history, Lies a hull washed by rust and in time.
Slipped in Mid Scotland in 1905, She was a lady of special reknown. With main and upper class passengers, From Sydney to Libon was bound.
With records of crossings from Wellington, And from Melbourne to Sydney before. The Union Steamship Company, Once plied our Southern Shores.
Chorus: Nature dealt a change of fate, To that Island on the sea. T.S.S. Maheno, you are immersed, In history.
Served out at sea for thirty odd years, In the war to end all wars. She was headed for the scrapyard, For her life to be no more.
Now a ship can endure bad weather and seas, Fierce and Mountainous times. But under tow you're powerless, and at the mercy of a line.
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