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There is a ship in Harbour Grace it's been there for a while
To the people of the town they hardly give a smile
They say it does stand out too much you can see it from a mile
And soon they'll drag it out to sea and sink the noble KYLE
Now the KYLE's a ship that's been out to sea for many a long year
People that had sailed her decks said they never had to fear
She supplied our rugged coast from year to faithful year
But now she rots down in the bay in the Harbour Gracian clear
Now she rots down in the bay in the Harbour Gracian clear
Yes she rots down in the bay in the Harbour Gracian clear
In the Harbour Gracian clear
Well ships deserve an honour death and burial at sea
And yet their stories and their names live on in history
Yet history books to children seem realistic not to be
Than the prescence of the KYLE, my friend for their bright eyes to see
Instrumental
So though her brass and wooden seams no longer live within
Her worn out hull and worn down name can clearly still be seen
A fresh coat of paint and lettering will keep her for a while
And the Harbour Gracian history books alive will keep the KYLE
And the Harbour Gracian generation alive will keep the KYLE