Ships defy the keen Atlantic, slipping through in armoured skins. But open wounds rouse hunger pangs for metal and soft parts within. An iceberg gouged the "Prate's" port flank. The probing sea consumed her frame. A slice of deck, her mighty stacks and two abandoned souls remained. The Captain scanned the starry sky but Mrs Petty looked distraught. She glanced around and asked him why the waves were sheets of bobbing corks. He told her that the ‘Prate' had freight including corks from Portugal and virgin olive oil from Spain. Such cargo was unsinkable. Some hessian sacks popped into view and crates of oil meandered by. Then all at once the Captain knew that on that day they might not die. He battled waves for sacks of corks, their necks drawn tight with braided string, and fought the water's whirlpool torque To reach the dancing oil crate ring. He tied two crates with his leather belt and knotted sacks to this device. Mrs Petty could not help, but offered plentiful advice. The Captain hopped aboard the raft and Mrs Petty clambered on. The ocean swallowed, belched and laughed and then the good ship ‘Prate' was gone. The cork provided insulation from the cutting cold beneath. They sipped an olive oil libation- warmth for blood and chattering teeth. She asked his name and he dissembled. Grudgingly, he owned to Bryce. She said, as far as she remembered, she'd been christened Edelweiss. The frigid night was warmly plied with fine debate and mindless tattle. Dawn brought their salvation by the "Prate's" fair sister ship, the ‘Prattle'. The Captain saw as they drew near that Hope stood at the rails above. She waved and shed a grateful tear and naturally they fell in love. The drawing room was holly decked and smelt of Christmas tree and spice. The "Prattle's" Captain wed the pair and Mrs Petty tossed the rice. As wedding gift, she gave a doily, found in her pocket and sadly frayed; mainly white, but slightly oily, crocheted on the "Prate's" last day. After lunch on Christmas Day, aboard the sterling steamship ‘Prattle', Hope and Mrs Petty played at harmless dice, genteelly rattled.
Read the complete lyrics to "Cruising 3" by Diane Hine. On Lyrks you can follow along with the full text, explore the artist's discography, and discover related songs. The track is often categorized under Non-Music, Literature.
"Cruising 3" is performed by Diane Hine. This page provides the full lyric text for fans who want to sing along, study the songwriting, or compare versions across releases. Lyrks organizes lyrics by artist and song slug so you can bookmark and share a stable URL.
Music lyrics help listeners connect with emotion, narrative, and rhythm in a track. Whether you are learning English, researching a favorite chorus, or preparing for karaoke, having accurate line breaks and section labels (verse, chorus, bridge) makes the experience easier. We link to the official artist profile on Lyrks where available, including biography snippets, top songs, and chart placements when we have that data.
If you enjoy "Cruising 3", explore more songs by Diane Hine using the links below. Chart and trending pages on Lyrks highlight what listeners are searching for this week. For copyright or correction requests, see our DMCA and contact pages.
"Cruising 3" is credited to Diane Hine. Songwriting credits may include additional writers listed on the release; check the credits section on this page for linked collaborators.
Album information for "Cruising 3" is not available in our database yet. You can still read the full lyrics on this page.
Visit the Diane Hine artist page at /artist/diane-hine for biography, popular tracks, and links to more lyric pages.
