On the 11th of April 1912
The queen of the ocean had started her life
With 1300 passengers she sailed out from Cork
Lead by 900 sailors on her way to New York


Uh, uh, uh - Riddle of the century
Uh, uh, uh - Pride of The White-Star-Line
Uh, uh, uh -Ye became a wet reliquary
Uh, uh, uh - A victim of the brine


On the 14th of April at 11.40 pm
An outlook guy named Freddy Fleet the alarmbell he did ring
Captain Smith he gave the order: "Half steam ahead!" he cried
As the steamer got a narrow shave from a giant in the night


Uh, uh, uh - Riddle of the century
Uh, uh, uh - Pride of The White-Star-Line
Uh, uh, uh -Ye became a wet reliquary
Uh, uh, uh - A victim of the brine


Oh well the water filled the liner
And the death-struggle takes 3 hours
The operator´s working hard an emergancy he morsed
"California can´t you hear me - and is your wireless working there?"
Wallace Hartley and his rag-time-band played a tune called Derry Air


Uh, uh, uh - Riddle of the century
Uh, uh, uh - Pride of The White-Star-Line
Uh, uh, uh -Ye became a wet reliquary
Uh, uh, uh - A victim of the brine


On the 15th of April 1912
The queen of the ocean had ended her life
18 Lifeboats were in store 700 for to save
But 1500 passengers rest in their icy grave


Uh, uh, uh - Riddle of the century
Uh, uh, uh - Pride of The White-Star-Line
Uh, uh, uh -Ye became a wet reliquary
Uh, uh, uh - A victim of the brine