Ghosts of Lusitania
[ Cally Krallman / Randy Wills ]
Twas the fateful day in nineteen fifteen
The Lusitania sailed on the sea
Destined to England, in World War One
Not knowing what was to be
Just fourteen miles off the Irish Coast
It’s mark one torpedo found
It bore a hole in the starboard bow
In minutes the ship went down
CHORUS:
Cry all ye ghosts of Lusitania,
Cry until you can no more
Let the arms of Old Ireland
Bring you rest upon our shores
Cry all ye ghosts in sorrow,
Cry until you can’t anymore
Rest your weary tortured souls
On Old Ireland’s shore.
Gusts from the south carried the sound
And so the fisherman say
The thousand souls that desperately drown…
Still cry in the ocean today
Near Old Head at Kinsale it is said
A beckoning comes from the dead
A nightingales tune lonely and sad
Sings, Save us, ye old Ireland
CHORUS:
Cry all ye ghosts of Lusitania,
Cry until you can no more
Let the arms of Old Ireland
Bring you rest upon our shores
Cry all ye ghosts in sorrow,
Cry until you can’t anymore
Rest your weary tortured souls
On Old Ireland’s shore.
