I have been interested, fascinated, obsessed if you will with RMS Titanic for many years. The stories of the people who sailed looking for a better life, the tales of the pampered aristocrats and the experiences of the men and women who made up the crew fired my curiosity. I decided that I would like to create my own tribute to the people who sailed on that fateful voyage in April 1912. This is for them.
Titanic
The Captain stood upon the bridge aboard his ship Titanic
He looked around, he saw no ice there was no need to panic
Maintain course and heading, do not reduce the speed
I’ve crossed this ocean many times and there is no need.
The stokers in the boiler rooms were working round the clock
They had kept the fires burning since they left Southampton dock
The fumes, the dirt, the heat and the sweat upon their backs
Were only ever seen as smoke rising from the stacks.
The passengers in steerage thought their cabins rather grand
Many of them wished that they could live like this on land
Everything was all brand new, so bright and fresh and clean
Yes, many of them thought it was the best they’d ever seen
On the promenade on A deck several people took a stroll
They wore their furs and topcoats and so didn’t mind the cold
The liner had provided them with what they felt was theirs
Luxury and comfort and a lift as well as stairs
The lads up in the wireless room worked at a breakneck pace
Sending First Class telegrams while in range of Cape Race
Their wages were dependant on the number they could send
And both of them agreed that they would have a bit to spend
Mr Andrews sipped his brandy and he puffed on his cigar
He had built a ship so grand, it outstripped the rest by far
The largest ship afloat and they said it was unsinkable
He never liked that claim, it made him think of the unthinkable
He was joined by Mr Ismay the White Star Line’s top brass
Ismay proudly stated the ship was indeed first class
If only it could reach New York faster than the rest
Then the world would surely know that Titanic was the best
The engine room was noisy as she went ahead full steam
The Chief had every confidence in his engineering team
The engines hadn’t been run in they really were quite new
But if they encountered problems his men knew what to do
The waiters serving dinner on brand new plates and dishes
Attended to the first class guests fulfilling all their wishes
The menu had ten courses including oysters, soup, roast meats
Plenty of fresh vegetables and ending with sweet treats
The steerage fayre though not so grand was better than of old
When third class people had to bring their own and eat it cold
Ham and eggs for breakfast and roast beef for their main
Cold meat or bread and cheese for tea, no cause to complain
In second class the menu was almost as good as first
With plenty of selection and drinks to quench one’s thirst
The food was good and though perhaps not so many courses
There were fish and fowl, and roast meats with many different sauces
The men up in the crow’s nest were having quite a night
The binoculars were missing there was no moon, so, no light
The frigid air stung their eyes and made it hard to see
If anything was in their way that might spell jeopardy
The boat deck was deserted, not a passenger nor crew
To witness that the lifeboats would only hold a few
“Clear the decks” Ismay had said, the decision had been made
To carry fewer lifeboats but, still please the Board of Trade
The Bridge crew maintained course and speed as the Captain had directed
Despite the telegraphs received no ice had been detected
The stately ship sailed swiftly on, as she had since leaving Cork
They were bound to make the headlines when they tied up in New York
In the Crow’s Nest Frederick Fleet was filled with sudden dread
He rang the bell, he phoned the bridge crying “Iceberg right ahead!”
“Hard a port” Murdoch cried “Engines full astern”
He watched and hoped Titanic would have time to make the turn
The orders had been followed by a fast efficient crew
All eyes were on the iceberg, there was nothing left to do
Shards of ice cascaded down and landed on the deck
Had the ship been damaged? A man was sent to check
The icy water breached the hull along the starboard side
There was nothing anyone could do to stem the rising tide
The doors were sealed the engines stopped the impact was assessed
Mr Andrews told the captain, we have three hours at best
The collision wasn’t violent as we understand the word
There was no sudden jolt or a bang that could be heard
Just a tinkling of dishes, just a ripple on a gin
Were the only indication of the trouble they were in
The wireless room received the news, the ship was in distress
The signals went out straight away, CDQ and SOS
The lifeboats were made ready and the passengers were told
“Put on your life jackets, wrap up warm, it’s very, very cold”
“Californian isn’t answering although they are quite near,
Carpathia reports they are, at best, four hours from here”
Glances were exchanged, but not a word was said
By the time that help arrived, hundreds would be dead
Not everyone believed that the ship would really sink
Some went off to their cabins, others had another drink
The passengers in third class found their exits had been blocked
Every way they went, the metal gates were locked
The passengers soon realised that the bow was going down
They hurried to the boat deck, they were not prepared to drown
The boats were being lowered to the black and icy sea
Not one of them was filled to its full capacity
There was an air of desperation as the last boat pulled away
The band up on the boat deck were continuing to play
The sea was getting closer, their chances very slim
With an understanding nod, they finished with a hymn
The wireless room fell silent the boys had done their job
They would have to try to save themselves amid the frantic mob
The last rocket had been fired and its final glow of light
Shone down upon the tragedy unfolding on that night
The people left aboard the ship knew their time was running out
There was no chance of rescue of that there was no doubt
Some people jumped into the sea and hoped to reach a boat
Others made a frantic search for something that would float
The stern was rising steadily, the bow had disappeared
The ship was going down at the time that they had feared
People in the lifeboats, both passengers and crew
Watched in awe and horror as Titanic broke in two
The sounds that rent the air that night were terrible to hear
Cries for help, of anguish, of unmitigated fear
No one came to save them, they were left to their own fate
Just one lifeboat turned around, but they had left it far too late
Carpathia was sighted in the early morning light
She took aboard the people who had survived the night
Hot drinks and warm blankets, there was very little talk
Eventually, the Captain set a heading for New York
The search for more survivors turned out to be in vain
They found three hundred bodies, some they could not name
Interred in Nova Scotia, their journey at an end
But for some of the survivors, their souls would never mend
Fatalities in First Class were relatively few
Compared to those in steerage, and of course the crew
The safety of that grand new ship was surely compromised
The decisions that were taken were clearly ill-advised
The bulkheads had been lowered to make room for the stairs
The lifeboats had been left behind to accommodate deck chairs
Sailing on at twenty knots ‘though they had been warned of ice
Doomed fifteen hundred people to pay the tragic price
So, that’s the story of Titanic, in Belfast she was built
Her maiden voyage ending with her resting on the silt
Of the deep and dark Atlantic, a hundred years ago
A ship, a berg a moonless night, now, the rest of it you know.
This is the memorial park in Lahardane in County Mayo. Fourteen people left the parish, to travel to America aboard the Titanic. Only three survived the journey.
That got me all teary. There’s something about the story, isn’t there, that touches a deep place in us. Well done. 🙂
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I know exactly what you mean, it touches our very core. Thank you for your kind words.
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