Minute Gun At Sea
A.W. AUNER, SONG PUBLISHER & PRINTER, Tenth and Race Sts., Philadelphia, Pa.
Minute Gun at Sea.
Let him who sighs in sadness hear.
Rejoice to know a friend is near!
What heavenly sounds are those I hear?
What being comes the gloom to cheer?
When in the storm on Columbia’s coast.
The night-watch guards his weary post,
He marks some vessel’s dusky form,
And hears, amid the howling storm,
Swift on the shore a hardy few
The life-boat man with a gallant crew,
Through the wild surf they cleave their way,
But oh! what rapture fills each breast
Of the hopeless crew of the ship distressed
When lauded safe, what joys to tell
Of all the dangers that befell!
Then is heard no more
By the watch on the shore: