At fair Mount's Bay, on that Christmas week. Was such a raging storm, no man could speak. That lifeboat thundered through an angry sea. Was called Solomon Browne and her company.
We left our sweethearts. And our wives along that pier. "Cheer up", they said. "You'll soon return in half a year". . So we sailed up north to reach the ice.
Kind friends gather round. There's a dream that I had this last night. There's plenty of land, soil and sea. We won't have to struggle and fight. . It's a poor man's heaven, well how about when.
Staring at the dark with hungry eyes,. Moonlight flickered in the shadows cried,. Gold ring flashed and the howling stopped,. I called her name and the west wind dropped..