She left Southampton that April morn' in 1912

With more than 2000 on board on her maiden voyage to hell

The largest ship the world ever had seen, an excess of luxury

The unsinkable queen of the White Star Line, a place as safe as can be



She crossed the rough Atlantic when on sunday approached Cape Race

Where lots of ships the whole day long signalled "Beware of the ice!"

But Captain Smith he didn't care, the warnings went unheard

No galeforce wind, no heavy swell, no ice would make him turn



She was a queen and a virgin bride, a gorgeous precious maid

And the peaceful sun lay over the shelves on that glorious April day

She was a queen and a virgin bride when she fought the ocean brave

Until the ice cut deep in her soul and she sank to her watery grave



'Twas just before the midnight hour when passengers noticed a jerk

A wave or a whale they clueless thought, but an iceberg the ship badly hurt

The whole side was cut 'neath the waterline and torn apart line tin

The unsinkable queen tilted up to the left and water filled her up the the brim



For passengers and crew aboard the death throes now begun

There were only lifeboats for half of them, the others all had to drown

Ten miles away the California lay, so close to prevent the worst

But her crew lay asleep in the cabins there, not far away the bulkheads burst



2.20 a.m. that misty morn' in 1912

The gleaming gem of the White Star Line sank down in her seabed to dwell

'Bout 1500 lost their lives and rest in icy grave

Just 700 lucky ones remind them in their prayers