Lyrics

Sailing down the Baltic, where the wreck mark buoys all peal,
Cruisin’ in the Channel, where the steamers never yield.
Beatin’ down the Biscay, where the crew they get no meals,
She’s the mighty sailing ship the Herzogin Cecile.  (Chorus)

(Chorus)
Herzogin Cecile, Herzogin Cecile,
She’s the mighty sailing ship the Herzogin Cecile.

Rolling in the doldrums, where the slightest wind she’ll feel,
Tackin’ in the Tasman, where the winds upon her steal.
Roarin’ down the Forties, her braces sing like steel,
There goes the mighty sailing ship the Herzogin Cecile.  (Chorus)

Comin’ down from Labrador, with a load of pine and deal,1
Off Tierra Del Fuego, where the albatrosses wheel.
Runnin’ eastward for the Horn, hear her rigging squeal,
She’s the mighty sailing ship the Herzogin Cecile.  (Chorus)

Cruising Caribbean calms, where the flying fish appeal,
Now she’s Falmouth bound for orders, where her passage time’s reveal’d.
A shipload strainin’ in her hold, the pull again she’ll feel;
She’s the mighty sailing ship the Herzogin Cecile.  (Chorus)

She’s run upon the Bolt Tail, in the mist, a test of steel,
She’s hard aground in Soar Mill Cove, the rocks have broken her keel.
The deck planks of the Duchess, your feet will nevermore feel:
She’s was the mighty sailing ship the Herzogin Cecile. (Chorus)