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 


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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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The water filled the liner 
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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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