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She was a slick and lovely lady

and had been christened, 'The Lucy May'

her canvas sails blew high and proud

as she prepared to sail that day

There were genteel ladies in bright bonnets

gentlemen in tails and tie

with a cargo worth a million

and a motto,'to deliver or to die'

In her hole, a cargo fit for kings and princes'

gold bullion, fine porcelain, furs all to be sold

silver and christian icon's

fine dishes and rich jewels

to behold

On that day the folks were happy

and children played upon the deck

for they could not predict the future

of that soon tremendous wreck

But soon the skies turned dark and purple

a wild hurricane came blowing 'cross the sea

strong winds blew high and o'er the polished decks

and no one aboard could flee

And prayers to Jesus would not save them

for great fury washed over them that day

women screamed and babies perished

and many souls were blown away

Tossed too and fro upon the waters

broken rudders, no more steering,

canvas sails came tumbling down

hear the whistle of the death song

as she plunges 'neath the foaming waves to drown

She lies fifteen hundred feet below the ocean

well settled now in mud and grime

silver fish swim in and out her port holes

encased in drifting mud and slime

Many years she's lain in slumber

not forgotten but not found

resting there upon her starboard side

sleeping on that sacred ground

A century and a half have gone now

since she perished in the wind

a million tears were shed then o'er her

but her story does not end

Now modern men have searched and found her

nestled gently on the ocean's floor

and with millions to be made in her rescue

they disturb her peaceful sleep once more

They're bringing up a mighty fortune

gleeful, with the riches that they find

casks of old wine, the ships bell, canned food

and other things that come to mind

Now once again she lies forgotten

once more in slumber sweet

but did you hear the sound of someone crying

coming from the murky deep

Could it  be the souls of men and women

who perished upon that fated day

watching men take their posesions

and carry them away

Tis just my story of an old ship

sunk far out in that Georgia bay

now is all well

and have all the sacred ties been broken

with that grand ship, 'Lucy May'

Will she haunt all those men who found her

the ones who took her things away

will she haunt them in their dreaming

will they hear her death scream in the day