Early in the morning, the Colorado sun
Starts a tale of courage, of how the West was won
Rachel built a steamboat and she built it in the house
The people came from Mars around to marvel at her work
Apart from active spinster in accordance with her age
And Rachel loved her steamboat and she called it Baby Boy
Find work from such
Aged hands
How her steamboat cherished when she sweetly sang
And Rachel stayed her steamboat through the locks of Illinois
And down canals and rivers how she sailed her Baby Boy
And onward to the Potomac through Washington, D.C.
She takes her new-made offspring on a journey to the sea
And to see the little merman foreign sea
Miss Wu Jiu
Miss Wu
Miss Wu
Miss Wu
Miss Poria

Miss Poria
Miss Poria
Miss Poria

Miss Poria
Miss Poria
Miss Poria
She crossed the North Atlantic with an adolescent gaze
And the Baby Boy was smiling at the Leadbeerz
and she dammed out a tear
And latitudes and longitudes were taken in their stride
Into the English Channel with flotillas at their side
Sing high, sing low
Sing high, sing low
The gathered from were cheering from the banks of London town
But many of the young folks thought it good to shout them down
But when they saw old Rachel, oh so wonderful that day
She saw that those who came to mock her'd all remain to pray
Stuck out in a garrison, two hundred legionnaires
Were fighting evil dervish hordes and running out of breath
Stuck out in a garrison, two hundred legionnaires
So cold and posh and hungry, many stricken with disease
But hearing of our Rachel, oh they won the war with ease
Let's slowly understand her for it's time now if you please
Let's listen to the sound of Rachel's steamboat on the seas
Let's listen to the sound of Rachel's steamboat on the seas
Let's listen to the sound of Rachel's steamboat on the seas