RRS Discovery

Lovely wooden hull
Guided by rope power
Stripped of her tall masts
In her sunset hour
Bowing to the river mouths
No more for her the sea
Derigged on an in-coming tide
To Discovery Quay

Tugs sailing fore and aft
Aboard a chosen crew
Persuading her thro' bridge span
Stern coming into view
Circling t'wards Craig Harbour
All stations - go!
Slowly reaching her mooring
On tidal flow.