The Titanic - Paddy Goes To Holyhead

Capo 1
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On the 11th of April nineteenhundred and twelve
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The queen of the ocean had started her life
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With thirteen hundred passangers she sailed out from Cork
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Lead by 900 sailors on her way to New York


Chorus:
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 Uh-uh-uh riddle of the century
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 Uh-uh-uh pride of the White-Star-Line
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 Uh-uh-uh ye became a wet reliquary
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 Uh-uh-uh a victim of the brine

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On the forteenth of Aprli at eleven fourth pm
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An outlook guy named freedy fleet the alarmbell he did ring
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Captain Smith gave the order: "half steam ahead!" he cried
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As the steamer got a narrow shave from a giant in the night

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     Am               G
The water filled the liner
             Em              Am
The death-struggle takes 3 hours
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The operators working hard an emergency he morsed
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"Californian can't you hear me - is your wireless working there?"
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Wallace hartley and his rag-time-band played a tune called Derry Air

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On the fifteenth of April nineteenhundred and twelve
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The queen of the ocean had ended her life
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Eighteen lifeboats were in store seven hundred for to save
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But fifteen hundret passangers rest in their icy grave 

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