Letra:
On the 11th of April 1912
The queen of the ocean had started her life
With1300 passangers she sailed out from Cork
Lead by 900 sailors on her way to New York
Chorus:
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 14th of Aprli at 1140 pm
An outlook guy named Freedy Fleet the alarmbell he did ring
Captain Smith gave the order: "Half steam ahead!" he cried
As the steamer got a narrow shave from a giant in the night
(Chorus)
The water filled the liner
The death-struggle takes 3 hours
The operators working hard an emergency he morsed
"Californian can't you hear me - is your wireless working there?"
Wallace Hartley and his rag-time-band played a tune called Derry
(chorus)
On the 15th of April 1912
The queen of the ocean had ended her life
18 lifeboats were in store 700 for to save
But 1500 passangers rest in their icy grave
(Chorus)
The queen of the ocean had started her life
With1300 passangers she sailed out from Cork
Lead by 900 sailors on her way to New York
Chorus:
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 14th of Aprli at 1140 pm
An outlook guy named Freedy Fleet the alarmbell he did ring
Captain Smith gave the order: "Half steam ahead!" he cried
As the steamer got a narrow shave from a giant in the night
(Chorus)
The water filled the liner
The death-struggle takes 3 hours
The operators working hard an emergency he morsed
"Californian can't you hear me - is your wireless working there?"
Wallace Hartley and his rag-time-band played a tune called Derry
(chorus)
On the 15th of April 1912
The queen of the ocean had ended her life
18 lifeboats were in store 700 for to save
But 1500 passangers rest in their icy grave
(Chorus)
