This is the legend of eight sisters, Herald was the famous one
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It happened twenty years ago although the sea was calm
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It was 1987 and winter nearly gone
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On that Friday running late with rolling off and rolling on
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Trucks and cars were sleeping door by door and side by side
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Someone had to close the back door
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That day it must have slipped his mind
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He was fast asleep in his cabin, tired from cleaning out the hall
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While passengers were eating, indulging duty-free-for-all
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Herald of Free Enterprise
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Herald of Free Enterprise
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Herald of Free Enterprise
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In just ninety seconds, right down to the wire
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Sailing with the doors wide open so the waves kept pouring in
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As they passed the Outer Mole the disaster could begin
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An a hundred yards from the shore right outside a Belgian port
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The lights went out the ship turned around and fell to starboard
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Then nothing but silence, silence and the cold
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Herald and her sisters just never fit the mold
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Two months later she was refloated a final one-way trip exchange
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Pensioned off into the Third World
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Where they named her Flushing Range
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And in '88 she broke in two, probably because of guilt
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Pride and Spirit changed their names
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They were all doomed since they were built
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This is the legend of eight sisters, Herald was the famous one
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It happened twenty years ago although the sea was calm
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I was just a boy then, holding daddy's hand
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Watching on tv how Herald's time came to an end
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Herald Of Free Enterprise
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Milow |