The Titanic Tragedy Songtext
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The Titanic Tragedy Songtext
On the 14th night of April in the year of 1912
The North Atlantic sun had slowly drowned
The lookouts in the crows-nest discussed between themselves
The orders which on takin′ watch they found
And as he rang the danger bell at 11:39
The lookout Frederick Fleet did surely think
This ship was the Titanic and her flag the White Star Line
She's the ship that God himself could never sink
The ship that God himself could never sink
For an endless 30 seconds she bore down upon the ice
That lookout Fleet reported as he saw
Glidin′ on a mirror sea so cold it could entice
An iceberg of a hundred feet or more
And then, with only seconds left, her bow began to swing
As ragtime played and soda drowned the scotch
Titanic brushed the iceberg, as soft as anything
At twenty-three hours fourty by the watch
At twenty-three hours fourty by the watch
As Thomas Andrews was the man who built this mighty ship
It was to him that Captain Smith did turn
And as the great Titanic's bow did surely start to dip
In disbelief from Andrews, he did learn
That though the blow the ice had dealt at first had seemed so light
The water in the bow had come too high
Now out there on the ocean on this lonely freezin' night
He learned his last command was doomed to die
He learned his last command was doomed to die
So the passengers were summoned out by members of the crew
Though many of them recognised their plight
For lookin′ ′round for lifeboats, they saw relatively few
To carry off so many in the night
Now playin' cards continued to be dealt, all as before
Whilst the boats were launched and those who could did leave
With scotch and soda flowin′ as the players asked for more
The widows in the boats began to grieve
The widows in the boats began to grieve
'Twas only two hours forty minutes from the iceberg to the end
This April night when fifteen hundred died
The saved could only sit and watch their husbands and their friends
Slip slow below the early mornin′ tide
The orchestra still played amid cascadin' glass and plates
A hymn tune, the survivors all agree
The little boats now turned their bows to the United States
The flotsam, the Titanic Tragedy
The flotsam, the Titanic Tragedy
The North Atlantic sun had slowly drowned
The lookouts in the crows-nest discussed between themselves
The orders which on takin′ watch they found
And as he rang the danger bell at 11:39
The lookout Frederick Fleet did surely think
This ship was the Titanic and her flag the White Star Line
She's the ship that God himself could never sink
The ship that God himself could never sink
For an endless 30 seconds she bore down upon the ice
That lookout Fleet reported as he saw
Glidin′ on a mirror sea so cold it could entice
An iceberg of a hundred feet or more
And then, with only seconds left, her bow began to swing
As ragtime played and soda drowned the scotch
Titanic brushed the iceberg, as soft as anything
At twenty-three hours fourty by the watch
At twenty-three hours fourty by the watch
As Thomas Andrews was the man who built this mighty ship
It was to him that Captain Smith did turn
And as the great Titanic's bow did surely start to dip
In disbelief from Andrews, he did learn
That though the blow the ice had dealt at first had seemed so light
The water in the bow had come too high
Now out there on the ocean on this lonely freezin' night
He learned his last command was doomed to die
He learned his last command was doomed to die
So the passengers were summoned out by members of the crew
Though many of them recognised their plight
For lookin′ ′round for lifeboats, they saw relatively few
To carry off so many in the night
Now playin' cards continued to be dealt, all as before
Whilst the boats were launched and those who could did leave
With scotch and soda flowin′ as the players asked for more
The widows in the boats began to grieve
The widows in the boats began to grieve
'Twas only two hours forty minutes from the iceberg to the end
This April night when fifteen hundred died
The saved could only sit and watch their husbands and their friends
Slip slow below the early mornin′ tide
The orchestra still played amid cascadin' glass and plates
A hymn tune, the survivors all agree
The little boats now turned their bows to the United States
The flotsam, the Titanic Tragedy
The flotsam, the Titanic Tragedy
Writer(s): Christopher John Trevor Midgley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
