American Old Time Song Lyrics: 15 The I'll Fated Huron

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 15

THE ILL-FATED HURON.
Tune- "Napoleon's Dream."

Oh, sad is the event that happened of late.
Once more sorrow is spread o'er our nation;
An event that can't help but bring forth a sigh,
From all and no matter what station.
Oh, where is there one a sigh can hold back,
When he thinks on the fate of the poor sailor, Jack;
When he thinks on the Jacks that are now dead and gone,
Who were last with the ill-fated Huron?
Oh, where is there one a sigh can hold back,
When he thinks on the fate of the poor 6ailor, Jack;
When he thinks on the Jacks that are now dead and gone,
Who were last with the ill-fated Huron?

Oh, bright were the hopes of this ill-fated crew
A short time before the ship starting;
Some writing to mothers and fathers so dear,
While others from dear friends were parting.
The time came at last, the anchor was weighed.
The ship heading seaward with men not afraid;
But death with its shadows were leading them on,
The crew of the ill-fated Huron.
The time came at last, the anchor was weighed,
The ship heading seaward with men not afraid;
But death with its shadows were leading them on,
The crew of the ill-fated Huron.

The clouds o'er the sky were both angry and dark,
The winds they controlled the wide ocean;
The spray from the bows of the noble ship flew,
The billows were in fearful motion.
Their compass was foul, and their ship was astray,
And to steer out of danger they knew not which way;
O, fate was against them, their course it was wrong,
The crew of the ill-fated Huron.
Their compass was foul, and their ship was astray,
And to steer out of danger they knew not which way;
Oh, fate was against them, their course it was wrong,
The crew of the ill-fated Huron.

The ship struck at last, the seas washed her o'er,
Her boats from the davits were taken;
Some breasted the waves, while more on their knees
The mercy of God were imploring.
But now they are gone, and the storm it is past,
The voice of command they obeyed to the last;
Let every one pray for the Jacks dead and gone,
That were lost with the ill-fated Huron.
But now they are gone, and the storm it is past,
The voice of command they obeyed to the last;
Let every one pray for the Jacks dead and gone,
That were lost with the ill-fated Huron.