Paddy Goes To Holyhead - Titanic lyrics

On the eleventh of April 1912 The queen of the ocean had started her life With thirteen thousand pa**engers she sailed out from cork Lead by nine hundred sailors on her way to new york Uh, uh, uh, riddle of the century Uh, uh, uh, pride of the white-star-line Uh, uh, uh ye became a wet reliquary Uh, uh, uh, a victim of the brine On the fourteenth of April at 11.40 pm An outlook guy named Freddy Fleet the alarm bell he did ring Captain Smith he gave the order: "half steam ahead!" he cried As the steamer got a narrow shave from a giant in the night Uh, uh, uh, riddle of the century Uh, uh, uh, pride of the white-star-line Uh, uh, uh ye became a wet reliquary Uh, uh, uh, a victim of the brine Oh well the water filled the liner And the d**h-struggle takes three hours The operator's working hard an emergency he morsed "California can't you hear me, and is your wireless working there?" Wallace Hartley and his rag-time-band played a tune called Derry Air Uh, uh, uh, riddle of the century Uh, uh, uh, pride of the white-star-line Uh, uh, uh ye became a wet reliquary Uh, uh, uh, a victim of the brine On the fifteenth of April 1912 The queen of the ocean had ended her life Eighteen lifeboats were in store seven hundred for to save But fifteen hundred pa**engers rest in their icy grave Uh, uh, uh, riddle of the century Uh, uh, uh, pride of the white-star-line Uh, uh, uh ye became a wet reliquary Uh, uh, uh, a victim of the brine