THE LOSS OF THE GYPSUM QUEEN

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THE LOSS OF THE GYPSUM QUEEN

The North Atlantic Ocean,
Can be treacherous and mean,
And ever lurking in the deep,
The hunting submarine,

She sailed from Nova Scotia,
For Glasgow she was bound,
She had sailed on past Cape Farwell,
When the U-boat laid her down,

The tin fish struck the GYPSUM QUEEN,
Ten of her crew were lost,
The VESTLAND saved the survivors few,'
Not counted in the cost.

It's rare to hear the merchant lads,
Boast of the deeds they've done,
But wartime found the convoys too,
On the North Atlantic Run.

Ian A. Millar