Titanic
Richest of the colour blue
Lie the waves asunder
Crashing on the reef
A rhythm without blunder
And yet I stand here silent
For its glory be of yore
But I cannot admire it
For what lies at the ocean floor
There sits a ship unbroken
And yet there be great death
A most ominous token
Of the maiden lacking breath
My bonnie lies under the ocean
My bonnie lies within the sea
My bonnie died under the ocean
And she'll not be returning to me
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