By a furious wind and raging fear
All on the Engliſh coaſt
There’s many a gallant Sailor lies
Buried in the deep,
Which maVes their widows to lament,
And children for to weep.
Upon the fatal rocks that night,
Three gallant ſhips were loſt
By a furious wind and raging ſea,
In pieces they were daſed.
It was a ſhocking ſight to ſee,
And likewiſe for to hear,
The dying groans of sailor’s bold,
Was drove into diſpair.
The ſwelling ſeas run mountains high.
Which proved their watery graves.
And upon the ſhore their bodies tore,
And caſt out by the waves.
Near Whitby town, in Scarbro’,
Some ſailors ſwam on ſhore,
And others loſt both ſhips and goods,
Which grieves my heart full ſore.
And 1 have loſt my huſband dear,
Likewiſe my brothers three.
Since the raging ſeas, have prov’d their graves.
Are fatal news to me.
And thoſe who were my intimates
In my proſperity.
Upon me now they do look down,
And ſhuns my company.
