How stately and grand, 'twas a sight to see,
As she ploughed the ocean wave,
The Titanic on her maiden trip to sea,
Alas! Only to find a grave.
More than two thousand souls she carried,
And all so happy and gay,
Like a bird on the wing, through the waters she hurried,
No danger did aught portray.

Proudly her flags were flying
As the waters rose and fell
That day she left Southampton
And all aboard waved their last farewell,
Little dreaming, that's day had parted
To meet on earth no more,
Leaving hundreds broken-hearted,
May they meet on that brighter shore.

When off Cape Race, a mountain of ice,
Beneath the waters hidden,
Struck a fatal blow, and in a trice,
Ironclad was riven. [Note 067.1] 
The mighty engines ceased to work,
She quivers stem to stern,
A frightened mob up on deck,
The cause of it to learn.

Re-assuring smiles they saw 'mongst officers and men,
"All's well" quite safe, I think
Then mouth to mouth the word was passed
"This boat it cannot sink".
Next came the news, "the carpenter is dead," [Note 067.2]
"No power can stay the water's flow,"
"She's sinking by the head,"
"Where help can come from, God alone can know!"

"To the boats" came the captain's sharp command -
"Women_and_children_first¹,"
"Be British! Men and lend a hand,"
As o'er them the waters burst,
"Help! Help! Hurry! Hurry!"
The wireless message flew,
Around for miles, for precious lives
Were in danger, now, they knew.

There were the bridegroom and the Bride,
Who, few days before got wed.
Now one must leave the other's side,
Perhaps, though, both are dead?
The grey haired sire, and his partner in life,
They too are torn apart,
The pitiful grief mother and wife
Would the hardest heart.

And the dear, tiny children, how sad the sight,
As they clung to the parents in fear,
Guardian angels were on board that night
To wipe away the tear,
Then the band lead all in praise,
And above the noise of the greedy sea,
Their trembling voices in song they raise,
"Nearer My God to Thee."

A heave, a lurch, then down, down, she goes
With o'er two thousand to their death,
Each one writhing in their throes
With gasping, gurgling, breath.
The waters over all
In triumphant seething foam,
'Tis over! Till the bugle call [Note 067.3]
Invites each loved one home.