In fancy too across the bay
We heard the fog-horn's warning tone
Wake echoes from the cliffs so bare
While mariner, with listening ear
The warning heard, and steered with care
His ship past rocks that frowned near.
In fancy too across the bay
We heard the fog-horn's warning tone
Wake echoes from the cliffs so bare
While mariner, with listening ear
The warning heard, and steered with care
His ship past rocks that frowned near.