School: Cruach Ros (roll number 15532)
- Location:
- Croaghross, Co. Donegal
- Teacher: Colm Ó Baoighill
Archival Reference
The Schools’ Collection, Volume 1091, Page 005
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- (continued from previous page)Our lights were seen no more;
Coming to the third watch of the night,
We came wrecked on Stocker Shore.
The sea did rise like mountains high,
No ship of it could stand;
Our rigging it was torn away,
As we came near the land.
Our ship she struck 'gainst Swilly Rock,
Which caused us all to cry,
"The Lord have mercy on the souls"
That in the deep do lie.
Sad was our situation
No mercy showed the waves;
Our ship broke up a total wreck,
The ocean was her grave.
One man out of three hundred
Whose precious life did stand;
He swam alive unto the shore,
And died upon the land.
Brave Sir William Peckenham,
Our captain called by name;(continues on next page)
