The Seabolts Volunteers

They towed the Seabolt down the stream,     And through the harbours mouth;     She spread her wings and sailed away     To seek the sunny South.     But, ah! she met with storm on storm     Ere half her course had run;     And all her masts were torn away,     And all her boats save one.     The good old ship had settled far     Beneath her cargo line,     Her riven sides were drinking deep     The draughts of ocean brine.     There gathered round the only boat     The women pale with fear,     And trembling little ones, who clung     To those who held them dear.     Then spoke the captain, brave and true,     His voice rose oer the roar;     The boat will save us all but five,     She cannot float with more!     And backward from the side he stepped     (He had been born at sea)     Now who will seek in oceans depths     A sailors grave with me?     Then up there stepped a merchant stout,     His face was brown and tan:     Ill volunteer to stay on board,     For Im an Englishman!     Then spoke a gallant gentleman,     A lover of romance:     Remain I for the ladies sake,     For Im a son of France!     And next there spoke a Highlander:     Go search the wide world round,     Youll find no spot where on the earth     A Scotsman is not found!     And then there spoke a lad to whom     Killarneys lakes were dear:     It wont be said that Ireland found     No place of honour here!     The boat pushed from the vessels side     Amid the ringing cheers;     And now beneath Old Ocean sleep     The Seabolts volunteers.