And the chilly rain benumbed my face.
The lightning flashed upon the gloom,
And pallid grew each listener's cheek,
And never a voice that dared to speak,
As we heard a cannon's signal boom!
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When morning broke with clouds of lead,
A wreck lay on the dismal shore,
And the billows tumbled o'er and o'er -
Amid the spars - the skipper dead!