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THE BAY OF BISCAY O.

roar'd the dreadful thuuder; The rain in deluge show'rs! The clouds were rent asunder By lightning's vivid pow'rs. The night both drear and dark, Our poor devoted bark, Till next day, There she lay, In the bay of Biscay O.

Now dash'd upon the billow, Our op'ning timbers creak; Each fears a wat'ry pillow, None stop the dreadful leak. To cling to slipp'ry shronds, Each breathless seamen crowds, As she lay, Till the day, In the bay of Biscay O.

At length the wish'd-for morrow Broke thro' the hazy sky; Absorb'd in silent sorrow, Each heav'd the bitter sigh: The dismal wreck to view, Struck horror to the crew,