To the Rescue
Come lads he says we are needed
Some poor soul is lost tonight
Let’s fill the barrel with brandy
A life saver to a cold fright
I have the lantern to guide us
Your noses must do the rest
Careful as we walk the ice flow
Jack Frost has given us a test
Hat pulled down, collar up
I walk my dogs to search and find
For a poor soul trapped in the snow
Hoping against hope to be there in time
Came across a bundle of rags
It was the remains of the poor lost walker
No more did he need the brandy
His soul had returned to its maker
Based on John Emms St Bernard's to the Rescue painting
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2014
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