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Sail on, sail on our Captain cries
We’re right before the wind,
For by the light that we have seen,
We are not far from land,
But as we sail’d before the wind,
And thought all dangers past,
On the rocks of Scilly, we poor souls,
That fatal night was cast,
The first stroks that our ship did get,
Our captain he did cry.
The Lord have mercy our souls,
For in the deep we die,
Of eighty jolly sailors bold,
But four could reach the shore,
Our gallant ship in pieces split,
And never was seen more.
But when the news to Plymouth came,
Our gallant ship was lost.
This caused many sailors fear,
The danger of that coast
Now Molly dear she may lament,
For the loss of her sweetheart
By the tempest of that stormy wind.
The deep their love did part,
When Molly heard the fatal news,
Her tender heart did break,
And like a faithful lover she,
Died for her lover’s sake.
LORD NELSON's VICTORY.
COME all you gallant heroes bold,
