On the Harbour She Stands
In her silk evening dress
On the harbour she stands
Looking out to the waters
That claimed her man
The sea was his life
Ever since he was a boy
To be a sailor
Was to be his pride and joy
He made the grade
Through naval school
He was brought up to understand
That the sea can be cruel
Then one night
In the Pentland Firth
The sea was about to show
Its almighty worth
A force nine storm
From the North Sea heads
As his ship was cast
Onto Dunnett Head
No prisoners were taken
This November night
Smashed to smithereens
As she disappeared from sight
The very next morning
The sea was calm and quiet
A difference of hours
From the previous nights riot
Along the rocky shoreline
Bodies were washed up
Bruised and battered
In deathly abrupt
In twisted grace
Her man was found
Amongst the ship he adored
In wreckage surround
On the anniversary of her loss
On the harbour she stands
Looking out to the waters
That claimed her man
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