You true-hearted Christians come listen to my tale
How the gallant ship Titanic for New York bound did sail
She was lovely grand the largest boat that ever ploughed the wave
But alas she struck an iceberg that dashed her to her grave.
She was the pride of Belfast built the glory of her crew
She had every comfort every fixture the art of man ever knew
A regular floating palace from stern to stern was she
But she lies with sixteen hundred souls deep down the Atlantic Sea.
'Twas a beautiful April morning she steamed from Southampton quay
There were millionaires as well as poor going to Americay
There was joy and hope in every heart as she sailed the waters blue
With a veteran Captain on her bridge and nine hundred men her crew.
She stopped at Queenstownº on her trip for Irish girls and boys
That were leaving dear old Ireland strange lands to employ
The last time those poor emigrants gazed on their native shore
Oh they nobly died God rest their souls we'll never see them more.
Now all went fine until the fourteen of April drew nigh
And in the middle of the night an iceberg floated by
The Titanic proudly bore along unmindful of her foe
When there came a crash an awful splash and cries from all below.
Brave Captain Smith was on her bridge he gave his order clear
And wireless operators sent their message far and near
Save us save us we're sinking fast it was an awful cry
When sad to state help came too late sixteen hundred souls must die.
There was not much confusion none thought the ship would fail
The bands were playing sweet on board there was no storm or gale
When suddenly the boats were launched in rushed the waters wild
The husbands torn from their wives the mother from her child.
That good old ship Carpathia she heard the wireless cry
And putting all her steam ahead to the Titanic fast did fly
She saved those in the lifeboats landed them safe in New York Bay
But the rest she left behind her to wait their judgement day.
Oh God it was an awful sight what horror must be there
To see the doomed ones rush on deck and hear them breathe a prayer
Women_and_children_first¹ were cried even hundred souls were saved
But the rest went down in the water deep to full a martyr's grave.
Let us raise our voice to heaven and join in a prayer of love
For all those Irish boys and girls to meet with God above
May the faithful souls who perished on the Titanic have no dread
For their reward's in heaven when the sea gives up its dead. [Note 595.1]