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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539734" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wreck of the Columbine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kind Christians, all pay attention to me,<br>And Miss Mouat's sufferings I'll relate to ye;<br>While on board the Columbine, on the merciless sea,<br>Tossing about in the darkness of night in the storm helplessly. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She left her home (Scatness), on Saturday morning, bound for Lerwick,<br>Thinking to get cured by a man she knew, as she was very sick;<br>But for eight days she was tossed about on the stormy main,<br>By a severe storm of wind, hail, and rain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The waves washed o'er the little craft, and the wind<br>loudly roared, And the Skipper, by a big wave, was washed overboard;<br>Then the crew launched the small boat on the stormy main,<br>Thinking to rescue the Skipper, but it was all in vain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nevertheless, the crew struggled hard his life to save,<br>But alas! the Skipper sank, and found a watery grave;<br>And the white crested waves madly did roar,<br>Still the crew, thank God, landed safe on shore. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As soon as Miss Mouat found she was alone,<br>Her mind became absorbed about her friends at home;<br>As her terrible situation presented itself to her mind,<br>And her native place being quickly left far behind. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as the big waves lashed the deck with fearful shocks,<br>Miss Mouat thought the vessel had struck upon a reef of rocks;<br>And she thought the crew had gone to get help from land,<br>While she held to a rope fastened to the cabin roof by her right hand. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there the poor creature was in danger of being thrown to the floor,<br>Whilst the heavy showers of spray were blown against the cabin door,<br>And the loosened sail was reduced to tatters and flapping with the wind,<br>And the noise thereof caused strange fears to arise in her mind. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And after some hours of darkness had set in,<br>The table capsized with a lurch of the sea which made a fearful din,<br>Which helped to put the poor creature in a terrible fright,<br>To hear the drawers of the table rolling about all the night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there the noble heroine sat looking very woe-begone,<br>With hands uplifted to God making her moan,<br>Praying to God above to send her relief,<br>While in frantic screams she gave vent to her pent up grief. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And loud and earnestly to God the noble heroine did cry,<br>And the poor invalid's bosom heaved many a sigh;<br>Oh! heaven, hard was the fate of this woman of sixty years of age,<br>Tossing about on the briny deep, while the storm fiend did rage. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! think of the poor soul crouched in the cabin below,<br>With her heart full of fear, cold, hunger, and woe,<br>And the pitless storm of rain, hail, and snow,<br>Tossing about her tiny craft to and fro. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when the morning came she felt very sick,<br>And she expected the voyage would be about three hours to Lerwick,<br>And her stock of provisions was but very small,<br>Only two half-penny biscuits and a quart bottle of milk in all </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still the heavy snow kept falling, and the sky was obscured,<br>And on Sabbath morning she made her first meal on board,<br>And this she confined to a little drop of milk and half a biscuit,<br>Which she wisely considered was most fit. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And to the rope fastened to the cabin roof she still held on<br>Until her hands began to blister, and she felt woe-begone,<br>But by standing on a chest she could look out of the hatchway,<br>And spend a little time in casting her eyes o'er the sea each day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Wednesday morning came the weather was very fine,<br>And the sun in the heavens brightly did shine,<br>And continued so all the live long day;<br>Then Miss Mouat guessed that land to the norward lay. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the poor creature sat down to her last meal on board,<br>And with heartfelt thanks she praised the Lord;<br>But when Thursday morning came no more food could be had,<br>Then she mounted a box about seven o'clock while her heart felt sad. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she took her usual gaze o'er the sea with a wistful eye,<br>Hoping that some passing vessel she might descry,<br>And to the westward she espied a bright red light,<br>But as the little craft passed on it vanished from her sight. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But alas; no vessel could she see around anywhere,<br>And at last the poor soul began to despair,<br>And there the lonely woman sat looking out to the heavens above,<br>Praying to God for succour with her heart full of love. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At last the Columbine began to strike on submerged rocks,<br>And with the rise and fall of the sea she received some dreadful shocks,<br>And notwithstanding that the vessel was still rolling among the rocks,<br>Still the noble heroine contrived once more to raise herself upon the box. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still the Columbine sped on, and ran upon a shingly beach,<br>And at last the Island of Lepsoe, Miss Mouat did reach,<br>And she was kindly treated by the inhabitants in everyway that's grand,<br>And conveyed to Aalesund and there taking steamer to fair England.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Topaz+McGonagall">William Topaz McGonagall</a><div class=q>
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And Miss Mouat's sufferings I'll relate to ye;
While on board the Columbine, on the merciless sea,
Tossing about in the darkness of night in the storm helplessly. 

She left her home (Scatness), on Saturda..."></div>
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