| This is the legend of eight sisters, Herald was the famous one | |
| It happened twenty years ago although the sea was calm | |
| It was 1987 and winter nearly gone | |
| On that Friday running late with rolling off and rolling on | |
| Trucks and cars were sleeping door by door and side by side | |
| Someone had to close the back door | |
| That day it must have slipped his mind | |
| He was fast asleep in his cabin, tired from cleaning out the hall | |
| While passengers were eating, indulging duty-free-for-all | |
| Herald of Free Enterprise | |
| Herald of Free Enterprise | |
| Herald of Free Enterprise | |
| In just ninety seconds, right down to the wire | |
| Sailing with the doors wide open so the waves kept pouring in | |
| As they passed the Outer Mole the disaster could begin | |
| An a hundred yards from the shore right outside a Belgian port | |
| The lights went out the ship turned around and fell to starboard | |
| Then nothing but silence, silence and the cold | |
| Herald and her sisters just never fit the mold | |
| Two months later she was refloated a final one-way trip exchange | |
| Pensioned off into the Third World | |
| Where they named her Flushing Range | |
| And in '88 she broke in two, probably because of guilt | |
| Pride and Spirit changed their names | |
| They were all doomed since they were built | |
| This is the legend of eight sisters, Herald was the famous one | |
| It happened twenty years ago although the sea was calm | |
| I was just a boy then, holding daddy's hand | |
| Watching on tv how Herald's time came to an end |