This new sea song is based on a true story.
The water it is calm,
See the children laugh and play,
For them there is no harm.
But looks can be deceptive
As any sailor knows,
Attend and be receptive,
Please listen to my woes.
It was in December last,
The 'Mexico' left Liverpool,
She struggled in the icy blast
And in the waves so cruel.
Her captain saw her listing,
Distress flares he did fire,
For there was no resisting
The sea's wrecking ire.
Lifeboats from the shore were sent,
Their brave crews had to go,
Instead of Christmas merriment
They prayed for the 'Mexico'.
How the wind and rain did rattle
In the smothering dark,
How those faithful men did battle
To reach the stricken barque.
The lifeboatmen they did succeed,
For that they felt due pride,
But the price was high for this deed,
For seven and twenty of them died.
The Irish Sea is still today,
The water it is warm,
See the children cry in dismay,
All orphans of the storm.
Chris Fernie, 2009
Poetry by Chris Fernie
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Written on 2009-06-24 at 11:03
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The Mexico Disaster
The Irish Sea is still today,The water it is calm,
See the children laugh and play,
For them there is no harm.
But looks can be deceptive
As any sailor knows,
Attend and be receptive,
Please listen to my woes.
It was in December last,
The 'Mexico' left Liverpool,
She struggled in the icy blast
And in the waves so cruel.
Her captain saw her listing,
Distress flares he did fire,
For there was no resisting
The sea's wrecking ire.
Lifeboats from the shore were sent,
Their brave crews had to go,
Instead of Christmas merriment
They prayed for the 'Mexico'.
How the wind and rain did rattle
In the smothering dark,
How those faithful men did battle
To reach the stricken barque.
The lifeboatmen they did succeed,
For that they felt due pride,
But the price was high for this deed,
For seven and twenty of them died.
The Irish Sea is still today,
The water it is warm,
See the children cry in dismay,
All orphans of the storm.
Chris Fernie, 2009
Poetry by Chris Fernie
Read 446 times
Written on 2009-06-24 at 11:03
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