The Melodist/The Minute-Gun at Sea
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 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.
Swift on the shore a hardy few,
The Life-boat man with a gallant, gallant crew,
They dare the dangerous wave!
Thro’ the wild surf they cleave their way,
Lost in the foam, nor know dismay,
For they go the crew to save,
The Life-boat man with a gallant, gallant crew,
They dare the dangerous wave!
Thro’ the wild surf they cleave their way,
Lost in the foam, nor know dismay,
For they go the crew to save,
But Oh! what rapture fills each breast
Of the hopeless crew of the ship distress’d!
Then landed safe, what joys to tell,
Of all the dangers that befel!
Then is heard no more,
By the watch on the shore,
The Minute-gun at sea.
Of the hopeless crew of the ship distress’d!
Then landed safe, what joys to tell,
Of all the dangers that befel!
Then is heard no more,
By the watch on the shore,
The Minute-gun at sea.
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