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But thanks be to He, that rules o’er the sea,
Can save in the middle of danger,
I’m wounded and bruis’d, but very well us’d,
Though here in the middle of strangers.
Our loading was fine brandy and wine,
And every thing costly and bonny,
Hyson and green tea, coffee and bohea,
And fine silks from sweet Barcelona.
With rich merchant store from foreign shore
Were brought thro' tempest and danger,
Along the shore side on the waves did ride,
Were promiscuously gather’d by strangers.
Our capt. James Bell, also John Clemell,
And our fore-mast man was John Corran;
Our boats. Will. Wier, James & J. Grier,
And our pilot was Charles McMurray;
One Robert Store, and Richard Balfour,
Our mate he was young Thomas Taylor,
One Henry Mead and Archibald Kinkade,
With William Campbell a famous sailor.
With a few swivel guns, and 300 tuns,
Was the burthen our good ship did carry,
Our crew twenty-five, as brave’s ever liv’d,
And made up of young seamen so merry.
But alas! no more will they come on shre,
To visit the girls so pretty.
Our good ship was bound to Belfast town,
And belonged to sweet London city.
