Collision of Dublin and Belfast steamers

Attend a while you feeling at Christians
To this melancholy tale,
About this dreadful accident,
Occurred on board the Dublin mail.

At two o'clock on Sunday morning,
On the 6th Day of July,
As to the port of Liverpool,
This vessel was drawing nigh.

The Belfast steamer called Excelsior
Captain Kerr he had command,
Sailed from the port of Liverpool,
Bound to Belfast you'll understand.

Though he was warned of the danger,
Still he altered not his course,
Till the powerful Belfast steamer,
Struck the Mail with dreadful force. [Note 592.1]

Oh! What a scene of consternation,
Then inevitably ensued,
Upon the decks of the Dublin mail,
The dead and dying they were strew'd

It was a melancholy sight,
To see them weltering in their gore, [Note 592.2]
They little thought of such a fate,
The day they left the shamrock_shore

To see those poor unhappy creatures
It would make your heart to bleed
To recognise their mangled features
It would be difficult [illegible, presumably "indeed"]

Crushed on top of one another
Mangled and [illegible, presumably "to"] pieces tore,
Many a child, wife and mother,
In a sorrow will their loss deplore.

Oh! What a sad and painful site,
When they were brought ou [sic] shore
Their bodies mutilated,
And weltering in their gore.

To see so many young men,
Most of them in their youth and bloom
Left their homes to seek employment, [Note 592.3]
Little thinking of their doom.

Now these poor men not feeling danger
Left their families and their home,
You seek employment from the stranger,
Many miles they had to roam.

But now they're toils and cares are o'er
Froed [sic] from every earthly pain,
Their own dear native shamrock Shore
Alas! They ne'er will see again.

How must their friends & dear relations
Feel when the sad news they heard
The dreadful fight that's overtaken
Those whmo [sic] they have loved so dear

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