The wind billowed the sails
As the masts groaned with the strain.
The timbers shook on deck
From stem to stern in pain.
it was a gale that angered the seas
And tossed this boat like a cork.
Many have gone to the bottom
Despite the crews hard work.
The waves washed over the decks
It was only a matter of time,
Before this tiny three master was buried
Unless there was a change in the clime.
Suddenly the winds abated
And the waves were also still.
The captain and crew were elated
That the winds had lost their chill.
What caused this sudden change
When all seemed hopeless and lost?
No seaman could give an answer-
Was it the prayers of Davies ghost?