Grace Darling. Grace Darling
I pray give attention to what I shall mention,
There was a young damsel liv’d by the sea side,
Her name was Grace Darling, a good hearted heroine,
And she with her father alone did reside,
She was brave and undaunted, possess’d of great courage,
Her heart often beat in her breast we are told,
While the seas were commotion, she ventured the ocean,
Grace Horsely Darling, a female so bold.
On the 6th of September, the Forfarshire steamer,
Sailed from Hull to the port of Dundee,
With her crew on board and forty-one passengers,
All hearts light and merry we put out to sea;
With her full crew and passengers sixty in number,
The vessel proceeded so gallant we’re told,
They thought not of storms, nor even of danger,
Though rescu’d from death by Grace Darling so bold.
In the dead of the night on the 6th of September,
The crew and passengers felt dreadful shocks,
Against Longstone Island with force so tremendous,
The Forfarshire steamer she went on the rocks,
Asunder she rent while the crew fell a weeping.
And some from the deck to deep they were roll’d,
But the shrieks and the cries met the ears of that female,
Grace Darling—that gallant young woman so bold.
In the dead of the night this undaunted young female,
Oh! father, dear father, awake she did cry,
Arouse from your slumber and launch the boat quickly,
Poor creatures to save, our efforts let’s try,
I fear there’s a wreck, let us strive then to rescue
Some part of the crew from the deep sad and cold,
Their shrieks do appal me, their cries she said pierce me,
Grace Darling—that gallant young female so bold.
Says her father, dear daughter, this night it is stormy,
’Tis cold, and the seas they do run mountains high,
It is folly my child to attempt on the billow,
I fear not the danger, dear father, she cried!
The boat was launched quickly, the seas loudly roaring,
To the wreck with her father she ventur’d we’re told,
And nine of the sufferers she saved from drowning,
Grace Darling—that gallant young female so bold.
When the danger was past her bosom beat lightly,
Yet tears from her eyes in large torrents did fall,
And saying we’ve only saved nine out sixty,
Oh! I wish dearest father we could have saved all.
Since her life she did hazard through tempests to save them
Her name shall be written in letters of gold,
With health and long life to that gallant young damsel,
Grace Horsely Darling—that female so bold.