The pale moon rose in its glory
She's drifting from golden west
She told a sad, sad story
Six hundred had gone to rest

The watchman was a dreaming
Yes dreaming a sad, sad dream
He dreamed the Titanic was sinking
Out on the deep blue sea

He rose and called the rich man
And told him to come to life
And tried to save his baby
Also his darling wife

Cap'n Smith must have been drinking
Not knowing that he'd done wrong
While trying to win the record
He let the Titanic go on

The band was out a playing
Yes playing far out on the sea
They spied the Titanic was sinking
Played "Nearer My God to Thee"

The sad news reached the city
The Titanic had gone down
There's many poor widows and orphans
A walking all over the town
The little children were crying
Poor mama she's gone to stay
Oh surely they'll invent something
To raise the Titanic someday