The Yankee Devil-- Part 3: "Scow-Like Across the Deep He Came"

The blackest, bluest from below,
The prince of all is he,
Who leads the Yankees where they go,
On land, or on the sea.

The news is true, all doubts dispel,
All grief and fears be o'er!
The chiefest from the perdition's well
Lies on a Southern shore.

On South Carolina's beach he lies,--
His majesty ashore!
Ah! well we know that the devil dies
Who enters at that door.

His name and hue, and shape and size,
Identify the beast;
Tis he -- the father of all lies,
Of devils not the least.

Scow-like across the deep he came,
Blood-red his iron sides;
With beak, and claws, and fins of flame
To plough the vernal tides.

Sure A Lot To Do With Just A Raft.  --Old B-Runner