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SEA SONGS. 47 |
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Then he shouted on the deck,
" Every soul upon the wreck, Is safe ; all that beach shall tread ;
But you'll all do what I say,
And, if one dare disobey, I'll run him through, I swear," he said.
The mad disorder hushed, Into willing working crushed ;
Not a woman but had trust in him ;
He would save them from sea-graves, He would snatch them from the waves,
If the Dutton, half an hour, would swim.
So there was hope for fears ;
There rang out three wild cheers ; They were safe ; their faith in him was fast;
Though his ship's barge vainly tried,
And his launch, to reach her side, To a boat, at last, two hawsers passed.
Hurrah ! the shore they reach ;
They are capstaned to the beach ; Xow with travelling ropes the cradles go ;
The women, children, first,
Then the sick across are nursed, While the thundering, hungering billows race |
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