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For the past while I have been obsessing over steam whistles and I fell in love with the 12" diameter Crosby steam whistle, with the 12" diameter star brass chime whistle being second, plainly, I love 12" diameter steam whistles. And for the Steam Train category, well, the only one with a name that sounded good was the Reading 6 Chime whistle, with the Logging 3 Chime whistle coming second.
Thus, I drew up a "Ghost Riverboat" I created myself. And what's a rear paddle-mounted river steam boat without a ballad written for it!
*ahem*

The Coffin Creeper,

Was a riverboat steamer,

A big old steamer, doomed the day her keel was laid

But no matter the weather,

Come hell or high water,

Come hell or high water,

Her Captain would get paid

Now, there once was a cap'n

Who spent his days nappin

And spent his nights runnin' down the river

But business was-a draggin

And his pockets were saggin

So he went to get a drink that'd make him shiver

But when he thought he was alone

He heard the wood beneath him groan

And when he turned around, she stood there like a ghost

T'was a maiden of eighteen

Every man's sinful dream

And she wanted what every demon wants the most

The promise was endless sales

That make him richer than the Prince of Wales

And as a smart man, he asked what was her goal

She didn't want no ring

Not a diamond, not a thing

Nothing would sate her hunger but his soul

The Coffin Creeper,

Was a riverboat steamer,

A big old steamer, doomed the day her keel was laid

But no matter the weather,

Come hell or high water,

Come hell or high water,

Her Maiden would get paid

So the captain took the deal

He sold his soul for a better keel

And his name was known throughout Louisiana

Up and down the Mississippi

Fortune endless, he was lucky

And for a year, he was the finest of the era

But as time kept a tickin'

He felt her fingers come a lickin'

To take what was now hers forever

But he wasn't leavin without a fight

He shoved off in the dead of night

And he blew the whistle to say “I'm goin' to get her!”

Now, the Creeper was a creepin'

And that swamp gas was seepin'

It was enough to burn the hairs off yer chest

He didn't know the Atchafalaya

Nor did he know the demon Laila

But he knew that as a sailor, he was the best

And when mornin came 'round

The ship was safe and sound

And her wood was soaked with gas from top to bottom

But the cap'n had long been dead

Not a tear would he shed

As his ship burned and sank down to the bottom

And while her ghost 'll live on forever

The captain got no such token

For everyone forgot his face

And nevermore was his name spoken

The Coffin Creeper,

The ghost of a steamer,

A cursed river steamer, doomed the day her keel was laid

But no matter the weather,

Come hell or high water,

Come hell or high water,

To rest she will be laid

Description
For the past while I have been obsessing over steam whistles and I fell in love with the 12" diameter Crosby steam whistle, with the 12" diameter star brass chime whistle being second, plainly, I love 12" diameter steam whistles. And for the Steam Train category, well, the only one with a name that sounded good was the Reading 6 Chime whistle, with the Logging 3 Chime whistle coming second.
Thus, I drew up a "Ghost Riverboat" I created myself. And what's a rear paddle-mounted river steam boat without a ballad written for it!
*ahem*

The Coffin Creeper,

Was a riverboat steamer,

A big old steamer, doomed the day her keel was laid

But no matter the weather,

Come hell or high water,

Come hell or high water,

Her Captain would get paid

Now, there once was a cap'n

Who spent his days nappin

And spent his nights runnin' down the river

But business was-a draggin

And his pockets were saggin

So he went to get a drink that'd make him shiver

But when he thought he was alone

He heard the wood beneath him groan

And when he turned around, she stood there like a ghost

T'was a maiden of eighteen

Every man's sinful dream

And she wanted what every demon wants the most

The promise was endless sales

That make him richer than the Prince of Wales

And as a smart man, he asked what was her goal

She didn't want no ring

Not a diamond, not a thing

Nothing would sate her hunger but his soul

The Coffin Creeper,

Was a riverboat steamer,

A big old steamer, doomed the day her keel was laid

But no matter the weather,

Come hell or high water,

Come hell or high water,

Her Maiden would get paid

So the captain took the deal

He sold his soul for a better keel

And his name was known throughout Louisiana

Up and down the Mississippi

Fortune endless, he was lucky

And for a year, he was the finest of the era

But as time kept a tickin'

He felt her fingers come a lickin'

To take what was now hers forever

But he wasn't leavin without a fight

He shoved off in the dead of night

And he blew the whistle to say “I'm goin' to get her!”

Now, the Creeper was a creepin'

And that swamp gas was seepin'

It was enough to burn the hairs off yer chest

He didn't know the Atchafalaya

Nor did he know the demon Laila

But he knew that as a sailor, he was the best

And when mornin came 'round

The ship was safe and sound

And her wood was soaked with gas from top to bottom

But the cap'n had long been dead

Not a tear would he shed

As his ship burned and sank down to the bottom

And while her ghost 'll live on forever

The captain got no such token

For everyone forgot his face

And nevermore was his name spoken

The Coffin Creeper,

The ghost of a steamer,

A cursed river steamer, doomed the day her keel was laid

But no matter the weather,

Come hell or high water,

Come hell or high water,

To rest she will be laid