Longshore
Language: English
We picks up bits o’ wreckage, From Pentire to Port Quin, An’ longshore to Tregardock Sad store be washin’ in. ‘Tis planks an’ crates an’ life belts An’ bits o’ shattered spar, Come whishtly in to mind us That we be set to war. Off shore about the Channel The boats go east an’ west; In shore we’m busy fishin’ The grounds we know the best. The farmer saves his harvest, The childer happy play, It seems as foes an’ fightin’ Must all be far away. But bits o’ wreck come tellin’ That while so safe we be, There’s death an’ turble danger Awaitin’ in the sea. ******* O may the Lord of sailors, Whose watches never cease, Guide them thro’ all the dangers Into the Port of Peace.
Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Wilfred Sanderson (1878 - 1935), "Longshore" [voice and piano], from A Cornish haul, no. 3. [ sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Mike Pearson
This text was added to the website: 2016-05-17
Line count: 25
Word count: 129