We saw the drifting wreck,
And there, upon the starboard bow,
The land—a distant speck.
“‘Who’ll go below and fire her up?”
The captain loud did roar.
‘We’re dumping coal with every roll,
But, see! the storm is o’er;
And I will stand upon the bridge,
And guide her to the shore.’
“‘I’ll go for one,’ said old ‘Tramp Jim,’