The Singers' Companion/The Minute Gun at Sea

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4181909The Singers' Companion — The Minute Gun at SeaRichard Scrafton Sharpe

THE MINUTE GUN AT SEA.

When in the storm, on Albions 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.

Swift on the shore a hardy few
The life-boat man with a gallant crew,
And dare the dang'rous wave;
Through the wild surf they cleave there way,
Lost in the foam, nor know dismay——
For they go the crew to save,
For they go the crew to save,
Lost in the foam, nor know dismay——
For they go the crew to save.

But O, what raptures fill each breast
Of the hopeless crew of the ship distress’d;
When landed safe, what joys to tell
Of all the dangers that befell?——
Then is heard no more,
By the watch on the shore.
Then is heard no more, by the watch on the
shore.
The minute gun at sea.