THE BELL BUOY.
Copyright. 1888, by T. B Harms & Co.
Words and Music by Carl Rankin.
Forever deserted, my vigil keeping,
I'm chained to the rocks like a captive for life;
The waves, my tormentors, to keep me from sleeping,
I sound the alarm amidst the dark strife;
Tolling my warning from morning till morning,
And oft making happy poor souls in despair;
When Hearing destruction in tones loud And clear.
The boom of the bell-buoy bids them beware.
When tempest is raging and storm kings are howling,
When mountains of water rush on through the gloom;
When dark, threat'ning clouds 'mid the tempest are scowling
I hurl back defiance with boom after boom.
Then when around me the ocean seems tranquil,
The sailor not dreaming that danger is there;
Will heedlessly glide tow'rd this death dealing snare,
But the boom of the bell buoy bids him beware.