DOWN IN THE ENGINE ROOM
Poem by Edmund Hill

S. S. "Titanic" April 14, 1912

1
There did they work and tried
Each one his work to do,
Each did his work and died,
Each of them died for you;
You who were saved and live-
Woe that the saved were few-
You who are dead forgive,
For they died- the thirty-two.
2
Thirty-two of them died,
Thirty-two was their roll;
Not a man of them tried-
Asking life as a dole-
Duty to shirk- in his place
Each of them stood and knew
He'd only death to face;
They faced it- the thirty-two.
3
Hail and Farewell, Brave Dead!
Yours is an endless fame,
Ages hence will be read
How well you earned the name;
Down in the engine room,
Each to his duty true,
Looked- saw- and faced his doom.
And died there- the thirty-two.

Thirty-two seamen worked in the engine room of the S. S. Titanic, all died.
Edmund Hill, c1913, "Poems," p. 53-54. The Electrician Printing & Publishing Co., London. N. D.

Edmund Hill was a member of the Institution of Mechanical Engineers, and A. M. I. E. E.