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SS Southern Cross - the Old Lady of the Sea

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Built in a Belfast shipyard for Shaw Savill ‘n Albion Line. On her flagstaff wind ‘n lee flew the Southern Cross ensign, down a slipway to the sea launched afar by Her Majesty Behold her pale eau de nil green ‘n painted hull of grey, at twenty knots her rate twenty thousand tons aweigh. On the seas a ship of fate the world to circumnavigate Yon the Empire far ‘n wide from Southampton to Trinidad. Where from ship to shore off I waved goodbye as a lad, till in the distance I saw my home to be nevermore Smoke from her aft funnel into a big Caribbean sky blew, then set a course westerly by merchant captain ‘n crew. And to each port ‘n quay across the ocean carried me I remember gazing in awe up ‘n down her length ‘n beam, at the mighty waves below and how sea ‘n ship did gleam. In canal gates under tow winding our way lazy ‘n slow Crossing the equator I saw Davy Jones ‘n King Neptune rising up out of the deep ‘neath a high December moon. Till in safe passage ‘n keep back to the depths they leap Out on Oceania as a boy in the lido deck pool I did dive. The Southern Cross ‘n me would our long voyage arrive, on in all her hope ‘n glory the grand old lady of the sea On final Far East voyage would alas be her swan song, beached on a tidal seaway sold ‘n scrapped in Chittagong. A line flagship in her day stripped bare where she lay Written: May 2017 It was on board this ship nearly 50 years ago that me and my family left Trinidad bound for New Zealand - I was nearly 8 years old. We arrived on Christmas Day 1968 in Wellington (pictured) and a couple days later disembarked in Auckland. Built in the same shipyard as the Titanic in 1954, the SS Southern Cross had a far more fortuitous career transporting immigrants and pleasure seekers across the British Empire until her sad and final resting place in Chittagong, Bangladesh (pictured) where she ended her 50 years of service as the Ocean Breeze in a ship-breaking graveyard in 2004. She was the first passenger liner to be launched by a reigning monarch. Not a big ship by today's standards but as a boy to me she was huge - I thought she was magnificent. Still do.

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Date: 10/13/2023 8:30:00 AM
Ships do hold special moments for people, and staff alike. I suppose nothing lasts forever. It would be more fitting to rest at the bottom of the sea, but like humans, the scrapyard is always beckoning.
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