I could see my ship, a mountain, a blast of a horn she gave,

With holes in her sides like doors entrances to a cave,

She smelt of coal, oil, fried fish, eggs, bacon, and toast,

Lingering smells of coffee, exotic, from some far off coast.

As I walked up the gangplank I looked the other way,

There was a man holding a girl and I heard him say,

‘And how are you my darling it’s been such a long night,’

‘Slended!’ she cried, ‘let me see you, come here, near to the light.’

North Woolwich Docks an unlightly scene,

For romance, meeting loved ones, living the dream.