Poor Man's Heaven

Staring at the dark with hungry eyes, Moonlight flickered in the shadows cried, Gold ring flashed and the howling stopped, I called her name and the west wind dropped. I called her name and the west wind dropped. I push her on the arm with the silver

 At fair Mounts Bay on that Christmas week Such a raging storm no man could speak A lifeboat thundered through an angry sea Called Solomon Browne and her company Good courage it was called On our heroes brave and bold Good courage it was called upon