Loud roared the dreadful thunder,

The rain a deluge show’rs;

The clouds were rent asunder

By lightning’s vivid pow’rs.

The night both drear and dark

Our poor devoted bark,

Till next day

There she lay,

In the Bay of Biscay O!

It was a strange song to sing out here in the midst of the dry plains; but with Bill booming and his comrades joining in the chorus it sounded particularly good.