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
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(John McDonnell, Belderrigmore)