There once was a ship that put to sea
And the name of that ship was not Evergreen
Her draft was fine, her beam was not,
And she was way too long
Soon may the Diggerman come
to free the cargo shipās bulbous bow
One day, when the tugging is done
Weāll take our leave and go
The Red Sea south, the Med up north
When down on her a sandstorm bore
The engine failed, the thrusters gone
She blocked it shore to shore
From Port Said on shallow water
The little tugs came up and caught her
With beard and line, they pulled and fought her
But sheās stuck aft to fore
No line was cut, no ship was freed
Anā the pilotsā minds were not on greed
But they belonged to the tugboat creed
Theyād take that ship in tow
For forty days or even more
The lines went slack then tight once more
They towed from starboard, pushed on port
And still that ship wonāt go
As far as Iāve heard, the fightās still on
The lines aināt snapped but the jamās not gone
The Diggerman makes his regular call
To encourage the pilots, crew and all