The Mary Lou

The Mary Lou

She was ten days from Nantucket
When the sky, it turned to black.
The skipper cried to his crew,
"Boys we're in its track!"

Wind came howling from the north,
With waves three stories high.
The skipper yelled, "Brace yourself,
And pray we don't all die!"

The deck was slick; the sails all furled,
They tossed the storm-anchor out.
The storm striking like Neptune's wrath,
The craft was spun about.

There came a sick'ning crack
As the anchor-plate tore free!
The sturdy mast was snapped in two
And no mercy had the sea...

The craft was tossed and timbers smashed,
Captain and crew all drowned,
Sad memories are all that's left,
For the Mary Lou went down...