The pale moon rose in its glory
She's drifting from golden west
She told a sad, sad story,
Six hundred had gone to rest.
The watchman was a-dreaming
Dreaming a sad, sad dream
He dreamed the Titanic was sinking
Out on the deep blue sea.
He rose and called a rich man
And told him to come to life
And try to save his baby,
Also his darling wife.
Cap'n Smith must have been drinking,
Not knowing that he done wrong.
By trying to win the record
He let the Titanic go on.
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The band was on the deck playing,
Playing far out on the sea.
They spied the Titanic was sinking,
Played "Nearer My God to Thee".
The sad news reached the landing
The Titanic had gone down.
There's many poor widows and orphans
A-walking all over the town.
The little children were crying
For mama she's gone away.
Oh, surely they'll invent something
To raise the Titanic someday.
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