Excellent new song, called, The sprig of shilale, &c./The Bay of Biscay, O

THE BAY OF BISCAY, O.

LOUD roar'd the dreadful thunder;
The rain a 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 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 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,
As ſhe lay,
On that day,
In the Bay of Biſcay, O!

Her yielding timbers ſever,
Her pitchy ſeams are rent;
When heav'n, all-bounteous ever,
Its boundleſs mercy ſent!
A ſail in ſight appears, We hail her with three cheers!
Now we ſail
With the gale,
From the Bay of Biſcay, O!