Songtekst:
The Titanic
As the moon rose in glory,
Drifting to the golden west,
She told her sad, sad story:
Sixteen hundred have gone to rest
The watchman was lying down dreaming,
Yes, dreaming a sad, sad dream;
He dreamed the Titanic was sinking
Far out on the deep hlue sea
He woke and called the rich man,
Told him to come to life;
Told him to save his baby
And also his darling wife
The rich man, he must have been drinking
Knowing that he had done wrong
He tried to win the record
And let the Titanic go down
When he spied the Titanic was sinking
They fell down upon their knees
And cried, "Oh, Lord, have mercy!
And what will become of me?"
The band was out there playing,
Yes, playing out on the sea
When they spied the Titanic was sinking
Played "Nearer, My God, to Thee"
When the sad news reached the landing
That the Titanic had gone down
Many a poor widow and orphan
Was walking all over the town
The little children were crying
"Oh, Mama has gone to stay"
But surely they will invent something
That will weigh the Titanic some day
Drom Southern Folk Ballads, McNeil Collected from Mrs James
Nash, TN, 1951 Based on song written by Seth Mize
See also OLDCANOE TITANIC1 TITANIC2
@sailor @wreck @ship
filename[ TITANIC3
playexe TITANIC3
RG
===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY
As the moon rose in glory,
Drifting to the golden west,
She told her sad, sad story:
Sixteen hundred have gone to rest
The watchman was lying down dreaming,
Yes, dreaming a sad, sad dream;
He dreamed the Titanic was sinking
Far out on the deep hlue sea
He woke and called the rich man,
Told him to come to life;
Told him to save his baby
And also his darling wife
The rich man, he must have been drinking
Knowing that he had done wrong
He tried to win the record
And let the Titanic go down
When he spied the Titanic was sinking
They fell down upon their knees
And cried, "Oh, Lord, have mercy!
And what will become of me?"
The band was out there playing,
Yes, playing out on the sea
When they spied the Titanic was sinking
Played "Nearer, My God, to Thee"
When the sad news reached the landing
That the Titanic had gone down
Many a poor widow and orphan
Was walking all over the town
The little children were crying
"Oh, Mama has gone to stay"
But surely they will invent something
That will weigh the Titanic some day
Drom Southern Folk Ballads, McNeil Collected from Mrs James
Nash, TN, 1951 Based on song written by Seth Mize
See also OLDCANOE TITANIC1 TITANIC2
@sailor @wreck @ship
filename[ TITANIC3
playexe TITANIC3
RG
===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY
