White and fair she moved on the wind,

With the speed of a greyhound, a Golden Hind,

She scudded along on a windward tack,

Making for heaven, the sky at her back,

She sailed unmanned, this ghost of a ship,

But for Captain Tom Paine, who vowed he’d come back,

For the sad ship, Reason, before the winds ran,

Searching the seas for the lost Rights of Man.