Lyric Ballad Of Yarmouth Castle

Well, it s four o clock in the afternoon
And the anchors have been weighed
From Miami to Nassau,
She s bound across the waves

She ll be headin south through Biscayne Bay
Into the open sea
Yarmouth Castle, she s a-dyin and don t know it

Now the many years she s been to sea
She s seen the better times
She gives a groan of protest
As they cast away her lines

And the grumble of her engines
And the rust along her spine
Tells the Castle she s too old to be sailin

But the sands run out within her heart
A tiny spark glows red
It smoulders through the evening
There s laughter overhead

Now the men are served, and the cards are dealt
And the drinks are passed around
Deep within the fire starts a-burnin

Now it s midnight on the open sea
And the moon is shining bright
Some people join the party
And others say good-night

There s many who are sleeping now
It s been a busy day
And a tiny wisp of smoke is a-risin

"Oh Lord," she groans, "I m burning!"
"Let someone understand!"
But her silent plea is wasted
In the playin of the band

Everybody s dancin on her deck
And they re havin such a time
Then a voice says
"Shut up and deal, I m losin "

Deep within the Yarmouth Castle
The fire begins to glow
It leaps into the hallways
And climbs and twists and grows

And the paint she wore to keep her young
Oh Lord, how well it burns
And soon that old fire is a-ragin

Up beneath the bridge it s climbin fast
the captain stands aloft
He calls up to the boatswain, n says
"Boatswain, we are lost"

For the ragged hoses in the racks
No pressure do they hold
And the people down below
Will soon be dyin

All amidships, oh she s blazin now
It s spreadin fore and aft
The people are a-scramblin
As the fire blocks their path

The evil smoke surrounds them,
And they re fallin in their tracks
And the captain in his lifeboat is a-leavin

Oh then the ship, Bahama Star
Comes steamin through the night
She sees the Castle blazin
And tis a terrible sight

"Jump down, jump down!" the captain cries
"We ll save you if we can!"
Then the paint on his funnels is a-fryin

"God help the ones who sleep below
And cannot find the way!
Thank God for those we ve rescued
Upon this awful day."

Now the heroes, they are many,
But the times are growin slim
And now from stern to bow
She s a-blazin

Oh the Yarmouth Castle s moanin
She s cryin like a child.
You can hear her if you listen
Above the roar so wild

Is she cryin for the ones who lie
Within her molten sides?
Or cryin for herself, I m a-wonderin

But the livin soon were rescued
The ones who lived to tell
From the Star they watched her
As she died there in the swells

Like a toy ship on a mill pond
She burned all through the night
Then slipped neath the waves
In the mornin