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The Titanic Tragedy - Beau

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 taking 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

Gliding 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 23 hours 40 by the watch

At 23 hours 40 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 freezing 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 looking round for lifeboats

They saw relatively few

To carry off so many in the night

Now playing cards continued to be dealt

All as before

Whilst the boats were launched

And those who could did leave

With scotch and soda flowing

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 morning tide

The orchestra still played amid

Cascading 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