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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Disaster to Steamer Victoria at London
by James McIntyre
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