Gordon Bok - Sailors consolation

One night came on a hurri^Fcane The ^Cseas were ^Fmountains ^Grolling When ^CBarney Buntline turned his ^Fquid And ^Csaid to ^GBilly ^CBowline "A strong nor'wester's blowing, ^FBill Hark! ^CDon't you hear it ^Groar now? Lord, ^Chelp 'em! How I pities ^Fall Un^Chappy folks a^Gshore ^Cnow ^{F G C}

"Foolhardy chaps who lives in ^Ftowns What ^Cdangers ^Fthey are ^Gall in And ^Cnow sit quaking in their ^Fbeds For ^Cfear the ^Groof shall ^Cfall in. Poor creatures, how they ^Fenvy us And ^Cwishes, I've a ^Gnotion For ^Cour good luck in such a ^Fstorm To ^Cbe out ^Gon the ^Cocean"

"And as for them who're out all ^Fday On ^Cbusiness ^Ffrom their ^Ghouses And ^Clate at night are coming ^Fhome To ^Ccheer their babes and ^Gspou^Cses. While you and I, Bill, on the ^Fdeck Are ^Ccomfortably ^Glying My ^Ceyes! What tiles and chimney^Fpots A^Cround their heads are ^Gfly^Cing! ^{G C}

"And very often have we ^Fheard How ^Cmen are ^Fkilled and ^Gundone By ^Coverturns of carriage^Fs By ^Cthieves and ^Gfires in ^CLondon. We know what risks all ^Flandsmen run From ^Cnoblemen to ^Gtailors Then ^CBill, let us thank Provi^Fdence That ^Cyou and I ^Gare sai^Clors"