The Lucitania

Far out on the Atlantic Ocean

A steam-ship was sailing one day.

It’s port in the channel of England

Was far from our country away.

Deep ‘neath the waves of the sea

Lying a-waiting the day

When we anchor when sailing is over

In that beautiful harbor above.

The ship was the Lucitania,

It was sunk by the enemy’s hand

God grant of this deed they’re forgiven

E’er they reach the heavenly land.

Down deep in the ocean they’re lying

The many whom hands could not save.

Their loved ones may gaze o’er the billows

They lie deep in their watery grave.

The years that have passed since their sailing

Are few to the year yet to come.

But we hope in the Harbor of Heaven

At last we’ll be gathered home.

Fare-well some glad day we will meet you

O’er there on that beautiful shore

Where all fare-wells are forgotten

And parting cometh no more.

Written by Ida May Schaffer

June 11, 1923

Age of 17