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( 3 ) Round us roars the tempeſt louder,
 * Think what fears our minds enthral;

Harder yet, it ſtill blows harder;
 * Hark! again the boatſwain's call,

The top-fail yard point to the wind, boys,
 * See all clear to reef each courſe;

Let the fore-ſheet go, doat mind, boys,
 * Tho' the weather ſhould be worſe.

Fore and aft the ſprit fail yard get,
 * Reef the mizen, ſee all clear;

Hands up, each preventer-brace ſet,
 * Man the fore yard, cheer, lads, cheer.

Now the dreadful thunder's roaring,
 * Peals on peals contending claſh;

On our heads fierce rain falls pouring,
 * In our eyes blue lightnings flaſh:

One wide water all around us,
 * All above us one black sky;

Different deaths at once ſurround us,
 * Hark! what means yon dreadful cry!

The foremaſt's gone, cries ev'ry tongue out,
 * O'er the lee twelve feet 'bove deck;

A leak beneath the cheftree's ſprung out,
 * Call all hands to clear the wreck: