Lyrics

Only an iceberg,
Oh! but the woe it spread;
As o’er the ocean,
The bodies of the brave lie dead;

Fathers and mothers
Torn from their lov’d ones so dear,
Drifted so mutely
‘Neath the moon so clear!

[Refrain]
Oh! could those dear ones be called back again,
Oh! could the story be told without pain;
Heaven be merciful to those that are gone,
Heroes, All brave, Ever thy loss we’ll mourn.

Adrift in the lifeboats,
Out on the sea so drear;
Wives, Mothers, Sweethearts,
There were mingled in throes of fear;

Theirs is the sorrow,
Comes to the low and the high,
In home or hovel,
Under moonlit sky!

Reference: Tewksbury, Reginald M. (1912) “The Wreck of the ‘Titanic’”. In Titanica: The Disaster of the Century in Poetry, Song, and Prose by Steven Biel. New York: W.W. Norton & Company, 86-87.