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 Now dashed upon the billow,

Our opening timbers creak,

Each fears a wat'ry pillow,

None stop the dreadful leak.

To cling to slippery shrouds,

Each breathless seaman crowds,

As she lay,

Till the day,

In the Bay of Biscay, O.

At length the wish'd for morrow,

Broke through the hazy sky;

Absorbed in silent sorrow,

Each heav'd a bitter sigh ;

The dismal wreck to view,

Struck horror to the crew:

As she lay,

Till the day,

In the Bay of Biscay, O.

Her yielding timbers sever,

Her pitchy seams are rent;

When heaven, all bounteous ever,

Its boundless mercy sent ;

A sail in sight appears.

We hail her with three cheers,

Now we sail,

With a gale,

From the Bay of Biscay, O.