Tartan plaid (August 2020)
“ While o'er the ship wild waves are beating, We for wives and children mourn; Alas! from hence there's no retreating, Alas! to them there's no return. Still the leak is gaining on us, Both chain pumps are choak'd below; Heav'n have mercy here upon us, For only that can save us now. O'er the lee beam is the land, boys Let the guns o'erboard be thrown, To the pump come ev'ry hand, boys, See, our mizen mast is gone. The leak we've found, it cannot pour fast, We've lighten'd her a foot or more; Up and rigg a jury fore-mast; She rights, she rights, boys, we're off shore. ”
