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Fulsome Rock
Then Captain Thompson told a tale of whales,
of Davy Jones and seas that take mens' lives.
Of raging waters cold with great strong gales,
that drive his vessel deep although man strives.
A story laced with woe and weeping wives,
of boats fast pushing clear of shore and waves.
To save a wretched few their wondrous prize,
redeeming souls from green and loathsome graves.
Tremendous breakers beat ship sides much more,
upon Fulsome Rock brigantine doth lie.
In blackened sky the arching rockets soar
amid the rain come falling low to die.
And children see their fathers go and cry,
a scene forever staining a young mind.
Men fight the waves, the surging seas are high,
to rowers' fate all those on shore do bind.
Copyright ©
Alfred Berggren
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