away!
—It has tossed’er over Glo’ster,
And we sartin sure have lost’er,
’Less ye pray, ye sin-struck critters,’less ye
pray, pray, pray!”
Each clung to rope and stanchion, each hung to
stay and brace,
Each prayed up at the heavens while the spin-
drift lashed his face;
We prayed and prayed till mornin’