Originally Posted by
Rowan
One of my favourite ballads, if not my outright favourite. Full of eerie emotion (if I can put it that way).
On one of our cross-country trips (to participate in a 24H race and BMB), we called into a small museum about the Fitzgerald. Fascinating. I see that an underwater explorer also has taken pictures of the ship resting on the bottom.
It is a good ballad with the strange characteristic of containing not a single rhyme. Well maybe one or two, but that's about it. I'm too lazy to check right now. Even after all these years I keep waiting for two lines to rhyme, then recoiling when they never do. That is a little weird for a song, no?
Okay, so there is the "...pride of the American side" rhyme, but that almost seems like an accident.