Aye,
Thar was ghostly goin’s on,
That first anniversary night, just off the beach,
Twas wondrous to be-hold,
Yet, twas evil too, that rendered impossible, all my speech.
The ghostly lantern was blowin’ in the wind,
Thar on the great rock twas pinned,
Main light, half mile yonder had bin put out,
You could ‘ear the man on the bow shout,
Thinkin’, ….’E had depth,
Tho, the inky waters was hidin’ rocky death,
Hah….Wreckers Delight!
Fifty marines, soon to be in one ‘ell of a plight,
For twas a cargo lugger,
Not this poor bugger,
That was due this night,
That should have followed that wicked light,
Twas not seen,
This transport of fifty of the Kings Marine.
And, only heard on this ‘ere beach,
The splintrin of wood, the screams…..As they died,
As all that sailed, was armoured full,
Them fifty marines.
Couldn’t 'ave swum if they tried.
An so evry year on this damned night,
I look yonder, on the great rock shines the ghostly light,
I hear the splintrin of wood,
An the screams,
As again…..The water claims the great an’ good,
An’ I kneel an’ pray for the soul of my Da’
An’ them other forty nine marines..