The Harry Smith Project – Lyrics

Fatal Flower Garden

It rained, it poured, it rained so hard,

It rained so hard all day,

That all the boys in our school

Came out to talk and play.

They tossed their ball again so high,

Then again so low,

They tossed it into a flower garden

And no one was allowed to go.

Out stepped this gypsy lady,

All dressed in yellow and green;

“Come in, come in, my sweet little boy,

And get your ball again,’

“I won’t come in, I shan’t come in,

Without my playmates all;

I’ll go get father ‘n tell him about it –

That’ll cause tears to fall”

She first showed him an apple seed,

Then again – gold ring;

Then she showed him a diamond,

That enticed him in.

She took him by his lily-white hand,

Led him through the hall,

She put him into an upper room,

Where no one could hear him call.

“Oh take these silver rings off my fingers,

Smoke them with your breath;

If any of my friends should call for me,

Tell them I’m at rest.”

“Burn the Bible at my head,

Come on wash my feet;

If my dear mother should call for me,

Tell her that I’m asleep.”

“Burn the Bible at my head,

Come on wash my feet;

If my dear father should call for me,

Tell him I am dead.”

 

When that Great Ship Went Down

Monday morning, nine o’clock

The great Titanic began to rock

Children crying: ‘I’m gonna die’

Husbands, wives, lose their lives

Ship go, ship go down

When that great, great, ship goes down

Ship leavest Belfast, heading for the shore

The rich declared, they don’t ride with the poor

So they put the poor below, put the poor below

They’re the first to go…

Ship go, ship go down

When that great, great, ship goes down

People on that ship, a long way from home,

Lordy, lordy, a long way from home

Death come riding by, death come riding by

Sixteen hundred had to die.

Ship go, ship go down

When that great, great, ship goes down

Nearer my God to Thee…

And the ship go down..

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