| 19 scarlet roses that chaplain spread around
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| In the waters of Burrard Inlet of old Vancouver town
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| But the bridge came tumbling down
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| And the bridge came tumbling down
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| Then 19 men were drowned
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| In June of 1958 in old Vancouver town
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| There were 79 men working
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| To build this brand new bridge
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| To span the Second Narrows
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| And connect up with the ridge
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| Till a big wind hit the bridge
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| And the bridge came tumbling down
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| And 19 men were drowned
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| The medical corps couldn’t be too sure of the rest of the men they found
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| In among the twisted girders one man realized
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| How last night he’d been dreaming and saw before his eyes
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| The big wind on the rise
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| And the bridge came tumbling down
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| And 19 steel men drowned, and he saw the fright of the darkest night
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| In old Vancouver town
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| With frogmen in the water and the cutting torches glow
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| They fought to save the steel men
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| From certain death below and pain we’ll never know
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| For the bridge came tumbling down
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| And 19 men were drowned, and sixty more that came ashore
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| So thankful they were found
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| It often makes me wonder
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| In strength who has the edge
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| The longest steel beam structure
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| That spans the highest ridge
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| Or the men that built the bridge
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| And the bridge came tumbling down
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| And 19 men were drowned
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| And the other men came back again
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| To lay the new beams down
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| Now if you’re ever crossing
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| This mighty bridge sublime
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| And 19 scarlet roses may pass before your mind
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| Remember and be kind
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| For the bridge came tumbling down
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| And 19 men were drowned
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| So you could ride to the other side
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| Of old Vancouver town
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| So you could ride to the other side
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| Of old Vancouver town |