Take Her Back To Scotland (Featuring Alison McKee)
A "World/Folk" candidate. Alison Mckee is the wonderful singer behind the narration of a ship bound for the scrapyard.
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Story behind the song
Sentimental account of a steamship past her prime.
Lyrics
Take Her Back to Scotland
Was the spring of '37 when they laid her down.
Triple steam turbine
On delivery from John Brown.
Seven hundred feet, twenty nine thousand tons.
Plowin' the sea on a 30yr. ride
Ever since she come down the Firth of Clyde
Out to deep water
Bound for the South African mail run.
Me? I'm just another cowboy salvage man. Fourth generation. Runs in the clan.
My daddy always tells me:
"Y'all could'a got out any day!"
Ev'ry contract's pretty much the same.
We'll pick her up off the coast of Spain.
Sail her back to Scotland,
Break her up by April or May.
Chorus:
Take her back to Scotland.
'Time somebody took her home.
"(It's time we took her home" on last Chorus)
Take her back to Scotland.
No more oceans left to roam.
Don't need no tug, no towline. And tho' she's a wrecker's dream
We'll take her back to Scotland under steam.
Bridge:
She's seen the world a changin'.
Best never say never.
Southampton to Capetown just couldn't last forever.
Pressed into service when the war broke out.
Now a battle-gray trooper sturdy and stout.
Ferried the boys wherever they needed to go.
Just when folks reckoned she coudn't do more
They threw some money at a refit in Singapore
And she was off to Madeira
With every other week in the Azores.
Chorus:
Bridge:
You know she never made the headlines.
No Atlantic Blue Riband.
Her reputation was "The Old Cash Cow".
Guess you could say "It was a livin"'.
My brothers and me and a skeleton crew
Of our Nigerian buddies. We know the work to do.
Left the Old Man home tho'.
He's bit of a blowhard.
Ev'ry contract's pretty much the same.
We'll pick her up off the coast of Spain...
And I'll have thank the old gal...
For savin' us a tow charge.
Chorus: