Storms O The Sea
She listed hard to the starboard side
Rolling neath the angry waves o the sea
We hung on tight to ride her out
Wondering how tough it’s gone be
Everything inside her thrown to and fro
The mighty beast moaned in agony
And every heathen prayed to God
In the heaving depths o the stormy sea
Bow to the fierce face o the scowling sky
Then dropped violently back to the sea
The hull groans under the intense force
As her crew groans, ‘God help me’
The hope of peaceful days under the sun
Dashed by the crashing o an angry sea
From stem to stern she rocked and creaked
Every inch o her shaken violently
All o the sudden she emerged intact
Sun peaking through as clouds did flee
Sailors cheered and shared a toast
‘To surviving the storms o the sea’