Across the Border

Fifteen Times a Hundred Souls

The White Star line were out on Mass
On that glorious April day
Captain Smith stood proud upon the deck
Four funnels on display

The largest steamship in the World
Set sail for NYC
Two thousand plus of every class
Looked out across the sea

From Belfast to Southampton
Proud workers stood and cheered
As the mighty ship slipped anchor
And slowly disappeared

Designer rooms of luxury
Of opulence and class
The first class passengers every want
Was catered for en masse

The class divide was there to see
Their berths were not so grand
But new lives waited across the pond
Hopes pinned on the promised land

From Belfast to Southampton
Proud workers stood and cheered
As the mighty ship slipped anchor
And slowly disappeared

South of the banks of Newfoundland
Approaching the midnight hour
The lookout spotted the floating mass
And froze at its awesome power

He sounded the bell and phoned the bridge
Hard starboard was the cry
But the hull was hit the rivets popped
Below the waterline

From Belfast to Southampton
Proud workers stood and cheered
As the mighty ship slipped anchor
And slowly disappeared

The freezing night was calm and clear
When tragedy took hold
The ship they said that could not sink
Began to break and fold

Fifteen times a hundred souls
Were lost that fateful night
Fifteen times a hundred souls
Will never see the light

From Belfast to Southampton
Proud workers stood and cheered
As the mighty ship slipped anchor
And slowly disappeared

(Jameson/Rowley)