On the 11th of April nineteenhundred and twelve
The queen of the ocean had started her life
With thirteen hundred passangers she sailed out from Cork
Lead by 900 sailors on her way to New York
Uh-uh-uh riddle of the century
Uh-uh-uh pride of the White-Star-Line
Uh-uh-uh ye became a wet reliquary
Uh-uh-uh a victim of the brine
On the forteenth of Aprli at eleven fourth pm
An outlook guy named freedy fleet the alarmbell he did ring
Captain Smith gave the order: "half steam ahead!" he cried
As the steamer got a narrow shave from a giant in the night
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The water filled the liner
The death-struggle takes 3 hours
The operators working hard an emergency he morsed
"Californian can't you hear me - is your wireless working there?"
Wallace hartley and his rag-time-band played a tune called Derry Air
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On the fifteenth of April nineteenhundred and twelve
The queen of the ocean had ended her life
Eighteen lifeboats were in store seven hundred for to save
But fifteen hundret passangers rest in their icy grave
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