The Titanic

You feeling hearted Christians, oh listen to my tale.
The gallant ship Titanic for New York land did sail.
She was lovely and the largest boat that ever yet was seen
But she lies with fifteen hundred souls beneath the Atlantic sea.

She was the pride of Belfast build, the glory of her crew,
The had every fixture and comfort the art of man ever knew,
A regular floating palace, from stem to stern was she
But she lies with fifteen hundred souls beneath the Atlantic sea.

A beautiful April morning she steamed from Southampton Quay
There was millionaires as well as poor bound for Amerikay,
There was joy and hope in every heart as she ploughed the Atlantic blue
With a veteran captain on the bridge, nine hundred men her crew.

All was well until the fourteenth of April drew nigh;
'Twas in the middle of the night an iceberg floated by.
The Titanic proudly moved along, unmindful of her foe,
When she got a crash, an awful smash, and cries from all below.

Brave Captain Smith was on the bridge and gave his orders clear
His wireless operators sent their message far and near;
"Oh save us, we are sinking fast" it was an awful cry.
Sad to state, help came too late, fifteen hundred souls did die.

There was not much confusion, none thought the ship could fail;
The band was playing merrily on board, there was no storm nor gale,
When suddenly the boats were launched,in rushed the waters wild,
The husband taken from the wife, the mother from the child.

Oh God it was an awful sight, what terror must be there,
To see the doomed ones rushed on deck and hear them breath a prayer.
The good ship the Carpathia she heard the wireless cry
And putting all her steam ahead, to the Titanic fast did fly.
She saved all in the lifeboats, landed in New York bay,
And all she left behind her now await the Judgment Day.

So let us raise our voice to heaven and join in prayer of love,
That the Irish girls and boys above have met with God above
May the faithful souls who perished on the Titanic have no dread
Of their sweet reward in heaven above when the sea gives up its dead.
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