The Wreck of the Huron On a dark and stormy night When orders came to sail Mountain high the billows rolled And louder blew the gale. cho: Toll, toll the bell For the loss of the Huron crew; We'll mourn and weep the sad, sad fate Of the noble boys in blue. The Captain and the heroes Lined upon her deck Awaiting for the fatal hour When she would be a wreck. Our brave and noble Captain says, "Each man reserve his post To keep the sinking ship off Carolina's sandy coast." Our brave and noble Captain And officers in command Stood as statues of old Till the Huron struck the sand. "Pump, pump my boys, Our precious lives to save!" But sad the fate, it was too late- They met a watery grave. Oh God! it was too late, For on the sands she tossed And amid the cruel breakers A hundred lives were lost. Our widowed wives and children A Father to them be, For we will be lost in the breakers tossed Upon a cruel sea. From North Carolina Folklore, Brown Collected from Miss Pocahontas Twiford, NC DT #727 Laws D21 RG oct96
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