Loss of S S London
Oh the London Steamer sailed away
When all on board and each heart were gay
When all on board and each heart was gay
Oh the London Steamer sailed away
All right we were through the Channel Downs
We arrived safely at Plymouth Sound
And we not far did go
When the Tempest howled and the wind did blow
'Twas in the Bay of Biscay, the sea run high
Danger and death was approaching nigh
Nor could their sufferings none reveal
What these poor souls on board did feel
Captain Martin around did look
With a terrible crash our t'gallent mast broke
We worked like Britons with all our gallant might
To save that vessel on that dreadful night
Three hundred and seventy dear souls afloat
In the height of the gale nineteen took a boat
Out of the whole but nineteen were saved
Three hundred and fifty met a watery grave
