In storms when clouds obscure the sky

In storms when clouds obscure the sky, And thunder rolls, and lightnings sly; In midst of all these due alarms, I think, my Sally, on thy charms, The troubled main, And wind and rain, My ardent passion prove; Lash'd to the helm, Shou'd seas o'erwhelm, I think on thee, my love.

When rocks appear on ev'ry side, And art in vain the ship to guide; In vary'd shapes when death appears, The thoughts of thee my bosom cheers. The troubled main, &c.

But shou'd the gracious powers be kind, Dispel the gloom, and still the wind, And waft me to thy arms once more, Safe to my long-lost native shore. No more the main, I'd tempt again, But tender joys improve, I then with thee, Should happy be, And think on nought but love.