Begins "Ohl Father lov'd, the storm is raging". A parlour ballad from which bar519/Roud V3151 was copied
Ohl Father lov'd, the storm is raging,
And cold and heavy the night mist falls,
Some hapless crew a prey to danger,
For help, for help, despairing calls.
Trim, trim the lamp, the boat launch quickly,
Tho' danger threaten the worst we'll brave.
The toil I heed not, if we can rescue,
The shipwreck'd wanderers from the grave.
Ohl Father lov'd, the storm is raging,
And cold and heavy the night mist falls
The boat launch quickly, the boat launch quickly
Some hapless crew for help now calls
My gentle child 'twere worse than madness,
To tempt the billows this fearful night,
To sleep my child, to rest betake thee,
Await, await, the morning's light.
I cannot sleep, their shrieks appal me,
Oh! father, hear that piercing cry ?.
Arise ye, hasten, the day is breaking,
Look out, look out, a wreck I spy !
Oh father lov'd I fear no danger
With you I boldly will breast the wave
The boat launch quickly, the boat launch quickly
Yon hapless crew we yet may save
The boat launch'd through breakers roaring,
Like to some wild bird the frail skiff flew,
That gentle girl with love unshaken,
That gallant girl has sav'd the crew.
The danger past, her heart beats lightly,
Her silent transport no pride betrays,
Though grateful tears are around her falling
And hearts are throbbing to her praise.