Sung to the Skye Boat Song

Sing me a song of a ship that is gone,
Joining the foreign fray
Born of the Clyde, filled with Scots pride
On schedule to Gourock she lay

Kilcreggan was astern, enroute to her port,
US Cruiser on the starboard bow.
Threat from her guns, and sinking her sport
Where is that story now?

The radios blast, as the cruiser rushed past
was all her passengers see
The US Navy will defend to the last
Their right to be wrong at sea