'Tw night! npou the Cornish coast lull load the breakers roar, And helplessly yon gallant barque Drifts on the dark lee shore ; And quickly now the signal gnns Boom high above the gale.

O many a dark-ey'd Cornish girl At that wild sound grows pale.

The Life-boat's mann'd, stand clear ahead 1 There's death upon the galu.

Cheer up, dear iass, one parting kiss— Your lips look cold and pale.

The Life-boat's mann'd, stand clear ahead ! No time to sigh for home, Hurrah ! the gallant Life-boat Sweeps through the seething foam.

Bend boldly to your task, brave hearts, It is a glorious strife ; On ev'ry oar-blade flashing' high There hangs some loved one's life.

A cheer so faint comes down the wind, All hands we yet may save -, Now lift our gallant Life-boat Like lightning o'er the wave..