| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909. | | | | The Bay of Biscay, O! | | By Andrew Cherry (1762–1812) |
| | | LOUD roared the dreadful thunder, | |
| The rain a deluge showers, | |
| The clouds were rent asunder | |
| By lightning’s vivid powers, | |
| The night both drear and dark, | 5 |
| Our poor deluded bark | |
| Till next day there she lay | |
| In the Bay of Biscay, O! | |
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| Now dashed upon the billow, | |
| Our opening timbers creak, | 10 |
| Each fears a watery pillow, | |
| None stops the dreadful leak! | |
| To cling to slippery shrouds, | |
| Each breathless seaman crowds, | |
| As she lay till next day | 15 |
| In the Bay of Biscay, O! | |
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| At length, the wished-for morrow | |
| Broke through the hazy sky, | |
| Absorbed in silent sorrow, | |
| Each heaved a bitter sigh; | 20 |
| The dismal wreck to view, | |
| Struck horror to the crew, | |
| As she lay, on that day, | |
| In the Bay of Biscay, O! | |
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| Her yielding timbers sever, | 25 |
| 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! | 30 |
| Now we sail, with the gale, | |
| From the Bay of Biscay, O! | | | | |
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