Story of the wreck
You feeling Hearted Christians, with me now sympathize
When you hear my lamentation, 'twould draw tears from your eyes,
Concerning the poor emigrants, that lately sailed away,
On-board the Anglo-Saxon to them a woeful day.
On the 17th of April, in the year of sixty-three
We sailed away from Liverpool, with spirits light & free,
But little was our notion, as you may all perceive -
When from Old Erin's Isle, we'd meet a watery grave.
The number of our passengers, were four hundred and forty four,
For 10 long days we ploughed the seas, bound for Colombia's shore, [Note 697.1]
Until the twenty-seventh, as you may plainly see
Within four miles of Cape_Clare, we met our destiny
'Twas soon a heavy fog arose, as you may understand
Our Captain cries I fear my boys, there's danger now at hand
Those words he had scarce spoken, when we got a dreadful shock,
Our Gallant ship in pieces, was split against a rock.
The cries of those poor passengers, would rend your heart with grief
To see them tossed upon the wreck, and could find no relief,
It was the will of the Almighty, one hundred and eighty nine were saved,
But alas two hundred and thirty seven, met a watery grave.
The scene up on that morning would fill your heart with fear,
Just at half past 5 o' clock, when danger did appear
A site of Terror then took place which caused our sad downfall
And to our blessed Saviour for mercy we did call,
Those poor unhappy passengers - that left their native home,
It was the failure of the crops, that caused them far to roam,
To leave the land that gave them birth - a living for to seek,
But now, alas their bodies lie, in the briny deep.
Now to conclude and finish I have no more to say
For the souls of those poor passengers, let every Christian pray,
Two hundred and thirty seven souls we may lament, that sunk beneath the Deep,
May the Lord have mercy on their Souls - and grant their friends relieve.
