The Sailors Watery Grave

While o'er the raging roaring seas, The sailors heart is sore opprest, While landsmen safe, with health and ease, For wives and children we've no rest; To them perhaps ne'er shall return, Our little savings cannot save, But we are lost and they long mourn, The sailors cold! cold! wat'ry grave.

Kind landsmen, oh! reflect a while, The awful scenes that us befal, On sailors orphans cast a smile, Poor hearts! shou'd they for pity call; To them perhaps ne'er to return, Our little savings cannot save, But we are lost! and they long mourn, The sailors cold! cold! wat'ry grave.