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On the seventeenth of January, We'll remember well the day When our gallant ships got ready To sail from Liverpool quay It was on a Monday morning The crew they did set sail And little was their notion That their death it was so near. (II) The storm arose: the thunder roared The lightning did flash And waves against our vessel Tremendously did dash "Look out my boys", the captain cried I'm afeared we are all gone Unless this storm ceases We'll never reach the land. It was early next morning Which leave us to deplore Convenient to the Isle of Man She sank to rise no more ........................................... (John McDonnell, Belderrigmore)
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