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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 131 |
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ANDREW CHERRY (1762-1812)
THE BAY OF BISCAY
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OUD roared the dreadful thunder, The rain a deluge showers, The clouds were rent asunder By lightning's vivid powers: The night both drear and dark, Our poor devoted bark, Till next day there she lay In the Bay of Biscay, O !
Now dashed upon the billow, Our opening timbers creak;
Each fears a wat'ry pillow, None stops the dreadful leak;
To cling to slipp'ry shrouds
Each breathless seaman crowds,
As she lay till next day In the Bay of Biscay, O !
At length the wished-for morrow
Broke thro' the hazy sky; Absorbed in silent sorrow,
Each heaved a bitter sigh; The dismal wreck to view Struck horror to the crew, As she lay on that day
In the Bay of Biscay, O! |
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