You'll be back at the landing on the full of the tide,
And the children and I'll wait you there."

But when rounding Beach Point, with his good catch of fish,
The captain was caught in a squall,
Black clouds, wind and thunder, lightning and hail,
While the rain in torrents did fall.

Quick he lowered his sail, but the wind snapped his mast,
Away they went over the side.
One gunwale under water, the other in air,
Lifted high by the surging tide.

Then the captain braced himself as with sinews of steel,
A hand on each gunwale places he,
So he balanced and steadied his frail little craft,
Rolling there in the trough of the sea.

His wife from the window saw his peril in the storm.
And away to the landing she sped.
Tied her white linen apron to a handy boat book,
And waved it high o'er her head.

"Home, home for a lantern," to the laddie she cried.
Home, home for the lantern ran he,
Returning, he swung it, back and forth, to and fro,
That his brave sailor father might see.

Soaked to the skin with the rain and the spray,
His face as white as the foam,