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   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 never fit the mold      Two months later she was refloated a final one-way trip exchange   Pensioned off into the Thirld World   Where they named her Flushing Range   But 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 hands   Watching on tv how Herald's time came to an end