The Lass o' Arranteinie/The Minute Gun at Sea
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THE MINUTE GUN AT SEA.
When in the storm on Albion's coast,The night-watch guards his wary post,From thoughts of danger free;He marks some vessel's dusky form,And hears, amid the howling storm,The Minute Gun at Sea.The Minute Gun at Sea,And hears, amid the howling storm,The Minute Gun at Sea, &c.
Swift on the shore, a hardy fewThe life-boat man with a gallant gallant crew,And dare the dangerous wave.Thro' the wild surf they clear their way,Lost in the foam, nor know dismay,For they go the crew to save.Lost, &c.
And oh what rapture fills each breastOf the hopeless crew of the ship distress'd;Then landed safe, what joys to tellOf all the dangers that befel;Then is heard no moreBy the watch on the shore,The Minute Gun at Sea.