The Titanic Launch Ticket

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Object No. 89 'Titanic' launch ticket, 1911

Ulster Folk and Transport Museum,

This is a poem about a special ticket

A ticket from hell as some might have called it

For the ship would meet an icy faith

And what a sorrowful story it was about to make

These people worked hard and souled their soul

To reach the United States,their only goal

Sold their houses,begged on their knees

But all to be buried in the ice cold sea

Off set the titanic

Bold and brave

Expecting to cross the Atlantic

But few were to be saved

The titanic had struck a leak inside

Nothing to be done and nothing to hide

The third class were barely warned

So had little time to cry or mourne

The women and children,rushed to the lifeboat

The rest will perished for the vessel will not float

Oh only had she saw on that perilous night

The gigantic shape of crystal-clear white

The titanic did shake and sway

The violins did mournfully play

Women screamed,kids did cry

The men remained silent,for they knew they would die

This ticket reminds us 

Of a stark part of history

The titanic so close

Yet so far from victory