American Old Time Song Lyrics: 34 Grace Darling

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 34

GRACE DARLING.
Written and Composed by G. Linley.

oh! Father loved, the storm is raging,
And cold and heavy the night mist falls;
Some hapless crew, a prey to danger,
For help, for help despairing calls.
Trim, trim the lamp, the boat launch quickly;
The danger threaten, the worst we'll brave;
The toil I need not if we can rescue
The shipwrecked wand'rers from the grave.
Oh! Father loved, the storm is raging.
And cold And heavy the night mist falls;
The boat launch quickly, the boat launch quickly,
Some hapless crew for help now calls.

My gentle child, 'twere worse than madness
To tempt the billow this fearful night;
Again to sleep, to rest betake thee.
Await, await the morning's light.
I cannot sleep, their shrieks appall me;
Oh! Father, heard ye that piercing cry?
Arise ye, hasten, the day is breaking,
Look out, look out, a wreck I spy.
Oh! Father loved, I fear no danger,
With you I will boldly breast the wave.
The boat launch quickly, the boat launch quickly,
You hapless crew we yet may save.

The boat is launched through breakers roaring;
Like to some wild bird, the frad skill flew-,
That gentle girl, with love unshaken,
Has saved from death that hapless crew;
The danger past, her heart beats lightly,
Her silent transport no pride betrays.
Though grateful tears are round her falling,
And hearts are throbbing to her praise.
The danger past, her heart beats lightly,
Her silent transport no pride betrays,
Tho' grateful tears are round her falling,
And hearts are throbbing to her praise.