I.

Brave little Mablethorpe, Fair little Mablethorpe, Haven of rest for the young and the old; Where, in the summertime, Silver seas lazily Bipple o'er sands of a glittering gold.II.

England is proud of you, Rings with your bravery, Glows at the records of victories won Out on the tossing sea, Out in the storm and wind— Deeds for humanity, gallantly done.III.

Hark! 'Tis the firing of Guns on the coastline, to Signal the wreck of a vessel and crew; Somewhere away in the Fog and the darkness, which Brood o'er the ocean and hide them from view.

IV.

Hazardous truly, to Wander at night-time, in Search of a ship which to them is unseen! Only these watchdogs of England would venture it, Daring the sea which is raging between.

V.

Lincolnshire manhood Upheld its tradition, and Reckless of danger though death may befall, Swift the response to the Cry of the perishing, " Out with the life-boat, and God for us all." VI.

Ready and waiting, she Glides to the ocean, and Rides like a sea-bird the billowy crest; Onward and outward till Lost in the darkness—the Prey of the storm in her merciful quest.VII.

Cheerily, hearties, she's Yonder—A schooner!—and— Lord how she staggers and reels to the crash'.

Yonder for certain, and Sinking, apparently, Men on the outlook, and decks all awash.

VIII.

Pull as you can pull when Lives are in jeopardy— Lift her and pull as ye struggle for breath High on the mountains, and Deep in the valleys, then Gripping the schooner, and banishing Death.

IX.

All aboard, snug and safe, Every man Jack of 'em! Loose her then 1 Steady now I Let the wind roar— Davy Jones' locker is Not to be tenanted! Good! Pull away, lads 1 There's comfort ashore X.

Fair little Mablethorpe, Brave little Mablethorpe, Richly endowed in thy own native worth— Fortune attend on thee, Health and prosperity, Coffers well-laden, and sunshine, and mirth..