Cornish ballads & other poems . ry long time coming on board. The old man struggled upon the bed: He knew the words that the voices said; Wildly he shriekd as his eyes grew dim, He was dead ! he was dead ! when I buried him. Hark yet again to the devilish roar! He was nimbler oace with a ship on shore; Come! come ! old man, tis a vain delay, We must make the offing by break of day. Hard was the struggle, but at the last,With a stormy pang old Mawgan passd,And away, away, beneath their sight,Gleamd the red sail at pitch of night. Mawgan, a noted wrecker, lived in a hut that stood b
Cornish ballads & other poems . ry long time coming on board. The old man struggled upon the bed: He knew the words that the voices said; Wildly he shriekd as his eyes grew dim, He was dead ! he was dead ! when I buried him. Hark yet again to the devilish roar! He was nimbler oace with a ship on shore; Come! come ! old man, tis a vain delay, We must make the offing by break of day. Hard was the struggle, but at the last,With a stormy pang old Mawgan passd,And away, away, beneath their sight,Gleamd the red sail at pitch of night. Mawgan, a noted wrecker, lived in a hut that stood bythe sea shore at Mellhuach, or The Vale of the Lark. Among othercrimes it is said that he once buried the captain of a vessel, whomhe found exhausted on the strand, alive ! At the death of the oldman, they told me that a vessel came up the Channel, made forMellhuach bay and lay-to amid a tremendous surf. When Mawganceased to breathe she stood-out to sea and disappeared. [First printed in Records of the Western Shore, 1832. J .. 15 FEATHERSTONES DOOM. TWIST thou and twine ! in light and gloomA spell is on thine hand;The wind shall be thy changeful loom,Thy web the shifting sand. Twine from this hour, in ceaseless toil, On Blackrocks sullen shore;Till cordage of the sand shall coil Where crested surges roar. Tis for that hour, when, from the wave, Near voices wildly cried;When thy stern hand no succour gave, The cable at thy side. Twist thou and twine! in light and gloom The spell is on thine hand;The wind shall be thy changeful loom, Thy web the shifting sand. 1831. 1 The Blackrock is a bold, dark, pillared mass of schist, whichrises midway on the shore of Widemouth Bay, near Bude, and isheld to be the lair of the troubled spirit of Featherstone thewrecker, imprisoned therein until he shall have accomplished hisdoom. [First printed in Records of the Western Shore, 1832.] i6 THE SILENT TOWER OF BOTTREAUX. TINTADGEU bells ring oer the tide,The boy leans on his vessels side ;He he
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