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.

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