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The Wreck of the Steamer London while on her way to Australia

'Twas in the year of 1866, and on a very beautiful day,

That eighty-two passengers, with spirits light and gay,

Left Gravesend harbour, and sailed gaily

On board the steamship "London,"Bound for the city of Melbourne,

Which unfortunately was her last run,

Because she was wrecked on the stormy main,

Which has caused many a heart to throb with pain,

Because they will ne'er look upon their lost ones again. 'Twas on the 11th of January they anchored at the Nore;

The weather was charming — the like was seldom seen before,

Especially the next morning as they came in

Of the charming and beautiful Isle of Wight,

But the wind it blew a terrific gale towards night,

Which caused the passengers' hearts to shake with fright,

And caused many of them to sigh and mourn,

And whisper to themselves,

We will ne'er see Melbourne.

Amongst the passengers was Gustavus V.

Brooke,

Who was to be seen walking on the poop,

Also clergymen, and bankers, and magistrates also,

All chatting merrily together in the cabin below;

And also wealthy families returning to their dear native land,

And accomplished young ladies, most lovely and grand,

All in the beauty and bloom of their pride,

And some with their husbands sitting close by their side. 'Twas all on a sudden the storm did arise,

Which took the captain and passengers all by surprise,

Because they had just sat down to their tea,

When the ship began to roll with the heaving of the sea,

And shipped a deal of water, which came down on their heads,

Which wet their clothes and also their beds;

And caused a fearful scene of consternation,

And amongst the ladies great tribulation,

And made them cry out,

Lord, save us from being drowned,

And for a few minutes the silence was profound.

Then the passengers began to run to and fro,

With buckets to bale out the water between decks below,

And Gustavus Brooke quickly leapt from his

In his Garibaldi jacket and drawers, without fear or dread,

And rushed to the pump, and wrought with might and main;

But alas! all their struggling was in vain,

For the water fast did on them gain;

But he enacted a tragic part until the last,

And sank exhausted when all succour was past;

While the big billows did lash her o'er,

And the Storm-fiend did laugh and roar.

Oh,

Heaven! it must have really beenA most harrowing and pitiful

To hear mothers and their children loudly screaming,

And to see the tears adown their pale faces streaming,

And to see a clergyman engaged in prayer,

Imploring God their lives to spare,

Whilst the cries of the women and children did rend the air.

Then the captain cried,

Lower down the small boats,

And see if either of them sinks or floats;

Then the small boats were launched on the stormy wave,

And each one tried hard his life to

From a merciless watery grave.

A beautiful young lady did madly cry and rave,"Five hundred sovereigns, my life to save!"But she was by the sailors plainly

For to keep her filthy gold,

Because they were afraid to overload the boat,

Therefore she might either sink or float,

Then she cast her eyes to Heaven, and cried,

Lord, save me,

Then went down with the ship to the bottom of the sea,

Along with Gustavus Brooke, who was wont to fill our hearts with

While performing Shakespearian tragedy.

And out of eighty-two passengers only twenty were saved,

And that twenty survivors most heroically behaved.

For three stormy days and stormy nights they were tossed to and

On the raging billows, with their hearts full of woe,

Alas! poor souls, not knowing where to go,

Until at last they all agreed to steer for the south,

And they chanced to meet an Italian barque bound for Falmouth,

And they were all rescued from a watery grave,

And they thanked God and Captain Cavassa, who did their lives save.

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William Topaz McGonagall

William Topaz McGonagall (March 1825 – 29 September 1902) was an Irish weaver, poet and actor who lived in Scotland. He won notoriety as an extr…

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