The Bay of Biscay, Oh! |
Ye gentlemen of England Who live home at your ease, It's little do you think Of the dangers of the seas; When we receive our orders We are obliged to go On the Main to proud Spain Where the stormy winds do blow.
2. Was on the fourth of August
3. The Ramely she left us, | 4. Kind heaven did protect her, It was not quite so bad, First we lost our foremast, And then we lost our flag. And then we lost our mainmast, One of our guns also And the men, we lost ten On the Bay of Biscay, Oh.
5. When the mainmast started,
6. The night being dark and dreary, |
7. The storm it being abated, We rigged up jury mast And steered it for Gibralter, Where we arrived at last They said it was a dismal sight As ever they did know We forced to drink wine And drowned all our woe. |