THE howling winds with cruel moan And three brave men lie cold in death, Blow hard across the sea: Fast in the rigging caught: The Captain shouts "Haul in, haul in! To save the ship and all on board, Have all the tackle free. We know how well they fought.

The seas are running mountains high ; Signal the Formby light: Chorus.

They'll launch the Life-boat if they die Then n hear(. lad &(J To rescue us to-night." All pray to Him who rules the storm: Chorus. The Life-boat then draws near; Then pull away, my hearty lads, The famished hands on board the ship Pull! pull !! pull !! 1 Attempt a welcome cheer.

The waves are'breaking o'er'us, Safe in the Life-boat, ev'ry one; And the tide is full. The sJ"P left to its fate: Lay to your oars lads, Bless a11 such heroes!—England's sons,— Pull with a might; Taev have not come too'late.

All shall be rescued Chorus From the ship to-night.

, Then pull away, my hearty lads, &c.

And now the storm has stronger grown, _____________ And bitter cold the blast; Across the deck the waters sweep, * Words and Music by Mr. JOHN TKESTON, And there the fallen mast. 12 Dover Street, C. on M., Manchester.

NOTICE.

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