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Flowers of Bermuda - Heather Dale
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Flowers of Bermuda Heather Dale

Flowers of Bermuda - Heather Dale
He was Captain of the Nightingale
Twenty-one days from Clyde in coal
He could smell the flowers of Bermuda in the gale
When he died on the North Rock Shoal

Just five short hours from Bermuda, in a fine October gale
There came a cry "Oh, there be breakers dead ahead!" from the collier Nightingale
No sooner had the Captain brought her round, came a rending crash below
Hard on her beam ends, groaning, went the Nightingale and overside her mainmast goes

"Oh, Captain, are we all for drowning?" came the cry from all the crew
"The boats be smashed! How then are we all to be saved? They are stove in through and through!"
"Oh, are ye brave and hardy collier-men or are ye blind and cannot see?
The Captain's gig still lies before ye whole and sound, it shall carry all o' we."

He was Captain of the Nightingale
Twenty-one days from Clyde in coal
He could smell the flowers of Bermuda in the gale
When he died on the North Rock Shoal

But when the crew was all assembled and the gig prepared for sea
Twas seen there were but eighteen places to be manned and nineteen mortal souls were we
But cried the Captain "Now do not delay, nor do ye spare a thought for me
My duty is to save ye all now, if I can, so ye return as quick as can be."

He was Captain of the Nightingale
Twenty-one days from Clyde in coal
He could smell the flowers of Bermuda in the gale
When he died on the North Rock Shoal
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