The storm it rose a furious gale,
Which caused the landsmen's hearts to fail,
With deathly sick, as then the heaving ship
Rode high on billows, then her prow would dip.
On the wave-washed deck with deep dismay,
The dizzy soldier feels the deck give way,
And tries in vain a last resource,
To catch a rope to stay him in his course.
Rushing with nausea to the side,