Cruel father, or, The loyal lover's downfal (1820)/The Bay of Biscay

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THE BAY OF BISCAY.

Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder,
The rain in deluge showers,
The clouds were rent asunder,
By lightning’s vivid powers;
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 billows,
Her opning timbers creak;
Each fears a watery pillow,
None stops the dreadful leak:
To cling to sllpp’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 tender sigh:
The dismal wreck to view
Struck horror in the crew,
As she lay on the day
In the bay of Biscay O.

Her yielding timbers sever,
Her pitchy scams are rent,
When Heaven, all bounteous ever,
Its ⟨boundless⟩ mercy sent:
A sail in sight appears,
We hail with three cheers;
Now we sail with the gale,
From the bay of Biscay O.

FINIS.