| Lyrics: | 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
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