School: Templetown

Location:
Templetown, Co. Wexford
Teacher:
Charles D. Hearne
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0870, Page 184

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    The night before our ship was lost twas mournful for to tell,
    She was like a feather all in the wind, tossed up on every swell

    From a port in San Francisco, she sailed across the main,
    Bound for a port in Liverpool her cargo it was grain,
    She tried to make the Harbour, for in shelter of the land,
    That good ship went in fragments, next morning on the strand.

    Are there any hearts of sympathy now standing on our shore?
    Oh yes, there's brave and gallant men, now watching in Dunmore
    They're ready for to risk their lives to the coastguards house they go
    They asked the captain for the boat but he quickly told them "NO".

    At last, I'm told, he gave consent to their noble hearted crew,
    And in spite of storm, tide and rain,
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