| This is the legend of eight sisters, Herald was the famous one
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| It happened twenty years ago although the sea was calm
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| It was 1987 and winter nearly gone
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| On that Friday running late with rolling off and rolling on
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| Trucks and cars were sleeping door by door and side by side
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| Someone had to close the back door
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| That day it must have slipped his mind
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| He was fast asleep in his cabin, tired from cleaning out the hall
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| While passengers were eating, indulging duty-free-for-all
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| Herald of Free Enterprise
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| Herald of Free Enterprise
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| Herald of Free Enterprise
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| In just ninety seconds, right down to the wire
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| Sailing with the doors wide open so the waves kept pouring in
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| As they passed the Outer Mole the disaster could begin
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| An a hundred yards from the shore right outside a Belgian port
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| The lights went out the ship turned around and fell to starboard
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| Then nothing but silence, silence and the cold
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| Herald and her sisters just never fit the mold
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| Two months later she was refloated a final one-way trip exchange
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| Pensioned off into the Third World
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| Where they named her Flushing Range
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| And in '88 she broke in two, probably because of guilt
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| Pride and Spirit changed their names
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| They were all doomed since they were built
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| This is the legend of eight sisters, Herald was the famous one
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| It happened twenty years ago although the sea was calm
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| I was just a boy then, holding daddy’s hand
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| Watching on tv how Herald’s time came to an end |