At London Thames Is A Broad Stream, Which Was The Scene Of A Sad Theme, A Fragile Steamer There Did Play, O'Ercrowded On A Queen'S Birthday, While All On Board Was Bright And Gay, But Soon 'Neath The Cold Waters Lay, Naught But Forms Of Lifeless Clay, Which Made, Alas! Sad Month Of May.
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