The River Pilot

In dark and storm ere light of day

The river pilot is under way,

When Trees outspreading branches groan,

Rustling reed and deep sea moan,

Black fleeting cloud a moon to hide,

On came the flow and rushing tide,

Far out a bounding coaster ploughs

Waves breaking high upon her Bows,

Mighty scene of strength and wonder

Clashing loud like mountain thunder,

The river pilot has sailed the seas

Storm to him a freshening breeze,

Rounding the headland, measured stroke,

In an Oilskin Coat, A heart of Oak,

Shower and shadow year to year

Through the dark, through the clear,

Tracing the deep, Perch to Perch,

Over the shallows a Berth to reach.

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