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GEST Songs Of Newfoundland And Labrador
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The beauty of the White Star Line, the Titanic, sailed the seas
From a dock in old Southampton with a fair and pleasant breeze;
With full twelve hundred passengers their friends did bid adieu,
They stood and watched her on the pier till she was lost in view.
Some wealthy New York millionaires, their names are handed down,
To join her in Southampton from their homes in New York town,
Some emigrants of every race, twelve hundred souls or more,
Some hailed from sunny Italy, some more from Aryan shore.
We shipped our course for Newfoundland and headed for Cape Race,
Like every ocean liner from their home ports to take;
And Captain Smith stood on the bridge his orders to obey,
Not thinking any danger was, he plowed the seas that day.
And when she steamed in near Cape Race, on that wild and rugged shore,
She struck what's called a growler and sank to rise no more;
The life-boats they were quickly launched by seamen true and brave,
The women first put in the boats their precious lives to save.
To save the females from the wreck the crew worked all their might,
The cries of helpless children on the sinking ship that night;
The millionaires stood manly pluck and boldly stepped aside,
To let the weak ones take the boat, like heroes brave they died.
You men of wealth and luxury who showed no sign of fear,
But like brave heroes stood their post when death was drawing near;
They showed the stuff that made a man and calmly did death face,
With all the pluck and energy of the Anglo-Saxon race.
Their names shall live in history, brave heroes one and all,
Those true-born British heroes did again their duty call;
And Captain Smith and his brave crew, they never left the deck,
But saved the helpless passengers and went down with the wreck.