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Titre :	The wreck of the Shenandoah
Compositeur(s) et-ou auteur(s) :	Andrews, Maggie
Interprète(s) :	Dalhart, Vernon
Genre :	Chanson de circonstance
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Support d'enregistrement :	Cylindre
Format :	Blue Amberol (enregistrement acoustique)
Lieu d'enregistrement :	Paris, France
Marque de fabrique, label :	Edison
Numéro de catalogue :	5078
Date de l'enregistrement :	1925
Instruments :	violin and guitar acc.
État :	Exc++
Vitesse (tours/minute) :	160
Matériel employé au transfert :	Archéophone, pointe 78t sur Ortofon, Elberg MD12 : courbe flat, passe-bas 6kHz, Cedar X declick, decrackle, dehiss
Date du transfert :	13-12-2013
Commentaires :	Texte du contenu ci-dessous. L'USS Shenandoah était le premier des quatre ballons dirigeables de l'US Navy. Long de 207 m., il pesait 33 tonnes et pouvait atteindre les 110 km/h. Il prit son premier vol en 1923, et fut le permier dirigeable à traverser l'Amérique du Nord. Au cours de son 57e vol - organisé contre le gré de son capitaine, Zachary Lansdowne - Il fut détruit par un orage près de Caldwell, Ohio le 3 septembre 1925. Sur 43 membres d'équipage, 14 trouvèrent la mort, dont Lansdowne lui-même.
Texte du contenu :	The wreck of the Shenadoah Words and Music by Maggie Andrews Copyright 1925 by Shapiro Bernstein & Company, Inc. At four o'clock one evening On a warm September day A great and mighty airship From Lakehurst flew away. The mighty Shenandoah The pride of all this land, Her crew was of the bravest, Captain Lansdowne in command. The giant motors thundered She proudly sailed along Each man was at his station Each heart was true and strong They started for St. Louis As day turned into night With not a thought of danger On that sad and fatal flight At four o'clock next morning The earth was far below When a storm in all its fury Gave her a fatal blow. For hours they bravely struggled They worked with all their might But the storm could not be conquered And the ship gave up the fight Her side was torn asunder Her cabin was torn down The captain and his brave men Went crashing to the ground. And fourteen lives were taken But they've not died in vain Their names will live forever Within the hall of fame. In the little town of Greenville A mother's watchful eye Was waiting for the airship, To see her son go by. But alas her boy lay sleeping; His last great flight was o'er. He's gone to meet his Maker; His ship will fly no more. A loving wife and children A mother's broken heart They're mourning for their loved one Since the storm tore them apart But their faith will not be shaken They'll see him bye and bye They know he waits in heaven Where the brave go when they die