The Bay Of Biscay
(Traditional)



Loud roars the dreadful thunder
The rain a deluge show'rs
The clouds are rent asunder
By lightning's vivid pow'rs
The night was drear and dark
Our poor devoted bark
Till next day, there she lay
In the Bay of Biscay, O!

Now dash'd upon the billow
Her op'ning timbers creak
Each fears a wat'ry pillow
None stop the dreadful leak
To cling to slipp'ry shrouds
Each breathless seaman crowds
As she lay, till next day
In the Bay of Biscay, O!

At length the wished for tomorrow
Breaks thro' the hazy sky
Absorb'd in silent sorrow
Each heaves a bitter sigh
The dismal wreck to view
Strikes horror to the crew
As she lay, on that day
In the Bay of Biscay, O!

Her yielding timbers sever
Her pitchy seams are rent
When heav'n, all bounteous ever
Its boundless mercy sent
A sail in sight appears
We hail her with three cheer!
Now we sail, with the gale
From the Bay of Biscay, O!