There were ships of shapes and sizes, scattered out along the bay,

And I thought I heard her calling, as the steamer pulled away,

The invaders must have seen them, as across the coast the filed,

Standing firm between them, There Lay Thunder Child.

Moving swiftly through the waters, Cannons Blazing as she came,

Brought a mighty metal Warlord, Crashing down in sheets of flame,

Sensing victory was nearing, thinking fortune must have smiled,

People started cheering, Come On Thunder Child,

Come On Thunder Child.

Lashing ropes and smashing Timbers, Flashing Heat-Rays pierced the deck,

Dashing Hopes for our deliverance, as we watched the sinking wreck,

With the smoke of battle clearing, over graves and waves they filed,

Slowly disappearing, Farewell Thunder Child,

Slowly disappearing, Farewell Thunder Child...

When the smoke cleared, the little steamer had reached the misty horizon, and Carrie was safe. But the Thunder Child had vanished forever, taking with her man's last hope of victory.