. Ballads. s, Which latterly oercame us, And which all will well remember On the 28th September; When a Prussian captain of Lancers (Those tight-laced, whiskered prancers) Came on the deck astonished. By that wild squall admonished. And wondering cried, Potz tausend, Wie ist der Stiirm jetzt brausend ? And looked at Captain Lewis, Who calmly stood and blew his Cigar in all the bustle, And scorned the tempests tussle ; And oft weve thought hereafter How he beat the ?•orm to laughter; For well he knew his vessel With that vain wind could wrestle ; And when a wreck we thought her. And doomed ours
. Ballads. s, Which latterly oercame us, And which all will well remember On the 28th September; When a Prussian captain of Lancers (Those tight-laced, whiskered prancers) Came on the deck astonished. By that wild squall admonished. And wondering cried, Potz tausend, Wie ist der Stiirm jetzt brausend ? And looked at Captain Lewis, Who calmly stood and blew his Cigar in all the bustle, And scorned the tempests tussle ; And oft weve thought hereafter How he beat the ?•orm to laughter; For well he knew his vessel With that vain wind could wrestle ; And when a wreck we thought her. And doomed ourselves to slaughter. How gayly he fought her. And through the hubbub brought her. And as the tempest caught her. Cried, George ! some braxdt axd WATER ! 4r. Tiir, wniTi; squall. And when, its force expended,The storm was ended,And as the sunrise sjjlendid Came blushing oer the sea, —?I thought, as day was little girls were smiling, and making A prayer at home for PKG OF 47 PEG OF LLMAVA])DY. RiDixG from Coleraine (Famed for lovely Kitty)Came a Cockney bound Unto Derry city ;Weary was his soul, Shivering and sad heBumped along the road — Leads to Limavaddy. Mountains stretched was their tinting, And the horses hoofsMade a dismal dinting ; Wind upon the heathHowling was and piping. 48 PJiG OF LIMAVA1)I»Y. On the heath and bog. Black with many a snipe in;Mid the bogs of black, Silver pools were flashing,Crows upon their sides Picking were and on the car Closer folds his at the road Leads to the crashing woods Autumn brawled and blustered,Tossing round about Leaves the hue of mustard;Yonder lay Lough Foyle, Which a storm was with mist Lake, and shores, and and down the hill (Nothing could be bolder)Horse went \vith a raw, Bleeding on his shoulder., Where are horses changed ? Said I to the laddyDriving on the box : Sir, at Limavadd
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