Books Notated Music Loss of the ship Columbia. Sold wholesale and retail by L. Deming, No. 1 South Side Faneuil Hall. --- Boston
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Loss of the SHIP Columbia.
Loss of the SHIP Columbia.
O! the sad and mournful story!
Sounding from the fatal rock,
T he ship Columbia in her glory,
T here received a fatal shock.
T he wind and waves appear'd united,
For to prove her overthrow,
Fair Columbia, thou art blighted,
Sad thy fate for friend to know!
She saii'd from England in December,
Health and plenty crown'd her store;
But hardships oftentimes befel her,
Ere she reach'd our western shore.
Two young men, passengers took stations,
Who brothers were from Birmingham,
And bade adieu to all relations,
To come and settle in our land.
Eighty-four days on the ocean,
A passage long to undergo;
When, at length they saw the Race Point,
Oh, then began their grief and woe!
At noon they streer'd their course for Boston,
Wind being south, clouds veil'd the sky,
All hands in hopes of getting in soon,
Nor did they think their danger nigh.
The wind, soon shifting to the eastward,
A heavy sea roll'd on the land;
They hove about and strove for Plymouth,
To duty now call'd evry hand.
But falling calm a short time after,
When high pine ledge to them being near,
They anchor'd in five fathom water,
T hinking their danger for to clear
A t three o'clock by calculation,
The ship struck hard upon a reef,
Which put all hands in consternation,
Calling on heaven for relief.
They got a spring upon the cable,
To cast the ship's head off the shore;
They cut, and sail'd in deeper water,
What could poor mariners do more?
Once more they came unto an anchor,
Thinking all their lives to save;
But all in vain; for quickly after,
Poor souls, they met a wat'ry grave!
The ship soon dragg'd away her anchor;
On the rocks she parted, when
Fourteen out of sixteen perish'd,
Only two escap'd the main.
The captain, being indisposed,
Sick in bed, said to his mate,
On the deck let me be carried,
There I wish to meet my fate.
With great composure he surrender'd,
A nd took his leave of all his band,
His papers to his servant tender'd,
Whose lot it was to reach the land.
Next morning's light the shore presented
Scenes most shocking to relate,
Rocks were topp'd and sand indented
With bodies who had met their fate.
Their flesh and limbs were torn and mangled,
A s they lay upon the shore,
'Twould move the hardest heart to pity,
To see them lying in their gore.
Their bodies soon were all entombed,
Many friends now sorely weep,
For those who in life one hour bloomed
Then were swallowed in the deep
Sold Wholesale and Retail—by L. Deming, No. 1 South Side Faneuil Hall.Boston.