• One night came on a hurricane,
      The sea was mountains rolling,
    When Barney Buntline turned his quid,
      And said to Billy Bowling:
    “A strong nor’wester ’s blowing, Bill;
      Hark! don’t ye hear it roar now?
    Lord help ’em, how I pities them
      Unhappy folks on shore now!

    “Foolhardy chaps who live in towns,
      What danger they...

  • Ah, many-voiced and angry! how the waves

    Beat turbulent with terrible uproar!

    Is there no rest from tossing,--no repose?

    Where shall we find a haven and a shore?


    What is secure from the land-dashing wave?

    There go our riches, and our hopes fly there;

    There go the faces of our best beloved,
    ...