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 3 THE MINUTE GUN AT SEA. When in the storm on Albion's coast, The night-watch guards his wary post, From thoughts of danger free; He marks some vessel's dusky form, ind 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, &c. Swift on the shore, a hardy few Che life-boat man with a gallant gallant crew, And dare the dangerous wave. Thro' the wild surf they clear their way, Lost in the foam, nor know dismays For they go the crew to save. Lost, &c. And oh what rapture fills each breast Of the hopeless crew of the ship distressed; Then landed safe,'what joys to tell Of all the dangers that befel; Then is heard no more By the watch on the shore, The Minute Gun at Sea.