GRACE DARLING

(by Felix McGlennon)

'Twas on the Longstone Lighthouse,
There dwelt an English maid;
Pure as the air around her,
Of danger ne'er afraid.
One morning, just at day-break,
A storm-toss'd wreck she spied;
And tho' to try seem'd madness;
"I'll save the crew," she cried.

	And she pulled away o'er the rolling sea,
	Over the waters blue,
	Help! Help! she could hear the cry of the 
	Shipwreck'd crew;
	But Grace had an English heart,
	And the raging storm she brav'd,
	She pull'd away, mid the dashing spray,
	And the crew she sav'd.

They to the rock were clinging,
A crew of nine all told;
Between them and the light-house,
The sea like mountains rolled.
Said Grace, "Come, help me father,
We'll launch the boat," said she;
Her father cried, "'tis madness
To face that raging sea."

	And she pulled away o'er the rolling sea,

One murmur'd pray'r - Heav'n guard us!
And then they were afloat;
Between them and destruction,
The planks of that frail boat.
Then spoke the maiden's father,
"Return or doom'd are we,"
But up spake brave Grace Darling
"Alone I'll brave the sea."

	And she pulled away o'er the rolling sea,

They bravely rode the billows,
And reach'd the rock at length,
They saved the storm-tost sailors,
In Heav'n alone their strength.
Go tell the wide world over,
What English pluck can do,
And sing of brave Grace Darling
Who nobly saved the crew.

	And she pulled away o'er the rolling sea,

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