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• Artiste: Longest Johns (The)
• Titre: Pride Of The White Star Line
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In the Belfast yard where she was made of Harland-Wolff design The plan was struck to build three ships that funds would not define The gantry raised up in '08, a nameless liner rose To make the journey to New York in record time, and so She's the pride of the White Star Line May her engines never stall Her sisters died from 'berg and mine But she'll run for decades more She'll run for decades more Olympic soon became her stamp, no finer ship did sail Smoking rooms and Turkish baths and palm trees rail to rail As sleek and striking as could be, and speed second to none She sailed from Portsmouth dock and showed the world how it was done She's the pride of the White Star Line May her engines never stall Her sisters died from 'berg and mine But she'll run for decades more She'll run for decades more The Hawke was running 'long her side around the Isle of Wight A swing to starboard up and took the helmsman by surprise Two holes were punched into her side and water flooded in She staggered back to Portsmouth Dock and lived to sail again She's the pride of the White Star Line May her engines never stall Her sisters died from 'berg and mine But she'll run for decades more She'll run for decades more Titanic sank into the depths, Britannic joined her too And through the wars, Olympic kept sailing sure and true Missions out in open sea with U-Boats in her stead Damn near cut them clean in two and sank them to the bed She's the pride of the White Star Line May her engines never stall Her sisters died from 'berg and mine But she'll run for decades more She'll run for decades more Well, every dog must have its day, and all good things must pass Shipyards forged much bigger crafts that dwarfed her in her class The trips were few and fares declined, the world marched on ahead They pulled her down in Jarrow town, still striking to the end! She's the pride of the White Star Line May her engines never stall Her sisters died from 'berg and mine But she'll run for decades more She'll run for decades more