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From the “Castle Spectre.” Music by STORACE.
EACEFUL slumb'ring on the ocean,
Seamen fear no danger nigh;
Soothe them with their lullaby.
Is the wind tempestuous blowing,
Still no dangers they descry;
Soothes them with its lullaby.
THREE FISHERS WENT SAILING.
REV. C. KINGSLEY.
WHREE fishers went sailing out into the
west, Out into the west as the sun went
down; Each thought on the woman who loved him the best, And the children stood watching them out of the
For men must work and women must weep,
to keep, Though the harbour bar be moaning.
Three wives sat up in the lighthouse tower,
down; They looked at the squall and they looked at the
shower, And the night-rack came rolling up ragged and
And the harbour bar be moaning.
Three corpses lay out on the shining sands,
In the morning gleam as the tide went down,
For men must work, and women mußt weep,
And good-bye to the bar and its ng.
THE SHIP ON FIRE.
HE storm o'er the ocean flew furious and
fast, And the waves rose in foam at the voice
of the blast; And heavily laboured the gale-beaten ship, Like a stout-hearted swimmer, the spray at his lip;
And dark was the sky o'er the mariner's path,
prayer That she offer'd to God in her agony wild Was “ Father, have mercy, look down on my child.” She flew to her husband, she clung to his side, Oh! there was her refuge whate'er might betide.
Fire! fire ! it was raging above and below.
and higher! Oh God! it is fearful to perish by fire! Alone with destruction, alone on the sea, Great Father of mercy, our hope is in Thee! Sad at heart and resigned, yet undaunted and brave, They lowered the boat—a mere speck on the wave. First entered the mother enfolding her child, It knew she caressed it, looked upwards and smiled! Cold, cold was the night as they drifted away, And mistily dawned o'er the pathway, the day; And they prayed for the light, and at noontide about, The sun o'er the waters shone joyously out. “ Ho! a sail! ho! a sail !" cried the man on the lee, “Ho! a sail!” and they turn'd their glad eyes o’er
the sea. “ They see us! They see us! The signal is waved! They bear down upon us !
Thank God! we are saved!”
And in different countries I've been,
But a thousand fine sights I have seen; I've been cramm'd with good things like a wallet,
And I've guzzled more drink than a whale; But the very best stuff to my palate
Is a glass of your English good ale.
Your doctors may boast of their lotions,
And ladies may talk of their tea ;
A glass of good stingo for me!
But my recipe never will fail,
Is a bumper of English good ale.
When my trade was upon the salt ocean,
Why, there I had plenty of grog;
It sets one's good spirits agog;
Experience has alter'd my tale,
As a bumper of English good ale.
THE BATTLE OF THE BALTIC.
F Nelson and the North
Sing the glorious day's renown
All the might of Denmark's crown,