“Pack your yellow blouse
And meet me at the lighthouse
My love.
I’ve received word from my uncle
John one who gave me that buckle
My dove.
He just came from Finland
And invites us to auld England,
Together with cups from Lithuania
He sent us tickets aboard the Lusitania.”
Aboard the U-20,
Captain Walther Schwieger waits patiently
“Sir, we must fulfill our mission;
We have plotted a firing solution.”
He held the periscope and looked across.
“Los!”
“My love
Please don’t so frown,
Do not look so down,
My dashing gal, and your red gown,
You were not born to drown.”
They were together, arm in arm,
Ever so calm, not frantic,
And kissed each other one last time,
As the Lusitania sank into the Atlantic.