[It’s a Long Way to Tipperary, sung by Tom Yorke, 1914; as played on a 78]
“The ship is now a deplorable wreck, hard down by the bows, almost waterlogged, and the ice has absolutely over-ridden her forward. The funnel leans to starboard and will soon fall. It is an unpleasant sight, depressing in the extreme. Now we face a problematical escape over the ice and through leads in open boats to land nearly 300 miles away, trusting to find seals and penguins sufficient to meet our needs, and then with an even more remote chance of ultimate rescue. It is not a pleasant thought and so we bear a cheerful mien and devise distractions for fear we might give way to forebodings.
“It’s a Long Way to Tipperary, said the song of the day when we were last in civilisation, but it is an awful long way to land just now for us.”
— Thomas Orde-Lees