| She was the pride of the Canada Line
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| The Empress of Ireland
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| Sailing upon the cold north tide
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| Crossing the wild ocean
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| It crossed in four days, 200 trips made
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| In the service of many she’d been
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| The great ship went down, one thousand souls drowned
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| On the Empress of Ireland
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| Friends they’d stroll upon her deck
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| Waltzed in her ballroom grand
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| While sleeping they drowned when the Empress went down
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| Only five miles from land
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| The Empress of Ireland
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| Late in the spring nineteen-fourteen
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| She met a terrible end
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| She had the same crew but the captain was new
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| When she set sail again
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| He saw a light from a ship on that night
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| Before the fog settled in
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| They heard her horn sound as the ship ran her down
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| The Empress of Ireland
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| Friends they’d stroll upon her deck
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| Waltzed in her ballroom grand
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| While sleeping they drowned when the Empress went down
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| Only five miles from land
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| The Empress of Ireland
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| In minutes all gone, sunk like a stone
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| In a watery grave settled down
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| Still resting they lie in the beds where they died
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| On the Empress of Ireland
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| The lifeboats they found, four hundred not drowned
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| And the Salvation Army band
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| One thousand souls drowned when the Empress went down
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| Only five miles from land
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| The Empress of Ireland
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| Friends they’d stroll upon her deck
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| Waltzed in her ballroom grand
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| While sleeping they drowned when the Empress went down
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| Only five miles from land
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| The Empress of Ireland |