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The Burning of the Ship 'Kent'

Good people of high and low degree,

I pray ye all to list to me,

And I'll relate a harrowing tale of the sea

Concerning the burning of the ship "Kent" in the Bay of Biscay,

Which is the most appalling tale of the present century.

She carried a crew, including officers, of 148 men,

And twenty lady passengers along with them;

Besides 344 men of the 31st Regiment,

by William Topaz McGonagall

Annie Marshall the Foundling

Annie Marshall was a foundling, and lived in Downderry,

And was trained up by a coast-guardsman, kind-hearted and merry

And he loved Annie Marshall as dear as his life,

And he resolved to make her his own loving wife.

The night was tempestuous, most terrific, and pitch dark,

When Matthew Pengelly rescued Annie Marshall from an ill-fated barque,

But her parents were engulfed in the briny deep,

Which caused poor Annie at times to sigh and weep.

by William Topaz McGonagall

The Wreck of the 'Columbine'

Kind Christians, all pay attention to me,

And Miss Mouat's sufferings I'll relate to ye;

While on board the Columbine, on the merciless sea,

Tossing about in the darkness of night in the storm helplessly.

She left her home (Scatness), on Saturday morning, bound for Lerwick,

Thinking to get cured by a man she knew, as she was very sick;

But for eight days she was tossed about on the stormy main,

By a severe storm of wind, hail, and rain.

by William Topaz McGonagall

An Ode to the Queen

All hail to the Empress of India, Great Britain's Queen!

Long may she live in health, happy and serene;

Loved by her subjects at home and abroad;

Blest may she be when lying down

To sleep, and rising up, by the Eternal God;

Happy may her visions be in sleep…

And happy her thoughts in the day time;

Let all loyal subjects drink to her health

by William Topaz McGonagall

A Requisition to the Queen

Smiths Buildings No. 19

Patons Lane,

Dundee.

Sept the 6th. 1877.

Most August! Empress of India, and of great Britain the Queen,

I most humbly beg your pardon, hoping you will not think it mean

That a poor poet that lives in Dundee,

Would be so presumptous to write unto Thee

by William Topaz McGonagall

The Burning of the Steamer 'City of Montreal'

A sad tale of the sea I will relate, which will your hearts appal

Concerning the burning of the steamship "City of Montreal,"

Which had on board two hundred and forty-nine souls in all,

But, alas! a fearful catastrophe did them befall.

The steamer left New York on the 6th August with a general cargo,

Bound for Queenstown and Liverpool also;

And all went well until Wednesday evening the 10th,

When in an instant an alarming fire was discovered at length.

by William Topaz McGonagall

Descriptive Jottings of London

As I stood upon London Bridge and viewed the mighty throng

Of thousands of people in cabs and 'busses rapidly whirling along,

All furiously driving to and fro,

Up one street and down another as quick as they could go:

Then I was struck with the discordant sound of human voices there,

Which seemed to me like wild geese cackling in the air:

And the river Thames is a most beautiful sight,

To see the steamers sailing upon it by day and by night.

by William Topaz McGonagall

The Wreck of the Barque 'Lynton'

A sad tale of the sea, I will unfold,

About Mrs Lingard, that Heroine bold;

Who struggled hard in the midst of the hurricane wild,

To save herself from being drowned, and her darling child.

'Twas on the 8th of September, the Barque "Lynton" sailed for Aspinwall,

And the crew on board, numbered thirteen in all;

And the weather at the time, was really very fine,

On the morning that the ill-fated vessel left the Tyne.

by William Topaz McGonagall

The Famous Tay Whale

'TWAS in the month of December, and in the year l883,

That a monster whale came to Dundee,

Resolved for a few days to sport and play,

And devour the small fishes in the silvery Tay.

So the monster whale did sport and play

Among the innocent little fishes in the beautiful Tay,

Until he was seen by some men one day,

And they resolved to catch him without delay.

by William Topaz McGonagall

The Wreck of the Steamer 'Mohegan'

Good people of high and low degree,

I pray ye all to list to me,

And I'll relate a terrible tale of the sea

Concerning the unfortunate steamer, Mohegan,

That against the Manacles Rocks, ran.

'Twas on Friday, the 14th of October, in the year of ninety-eight,

Which alas! must have been a dreadful sight;

She sailed out of the river Thames on Thursday,

by William Topaz McGonagall

The Wreck of the Barque 'Wm Paterson of Liverpool'

Ye landsmen all attend my verse, and I'll tell to ye a tale

Concerning the barque "Wm. Paterson" that was lost in a tempestuous gale;

She was on a voyage from Bangkok to the Clyde with a cargo of Teakwood,

And the crew numbered Fifteen in all of seamen firm and good.

'Twas on the 11th of March, when a violent gale from the southward broke out,

And for nine days during tempestuous weather their ship was tossed about

By the angry sea, and the barque she sprang a leak,

Still the crew wrought at the pumps till their hearts were like to break.

by William Topaz McGonagall

To Mr James Scrymgeour, Dundee

Success to James Scrymgeour,

He's a very good man,

And to gainsay it,

There's few people can;

Because he makes the hearts

Of the poor o'erjoyed

By trying to find work for them

When they're unemployed.

by William Topaz McGonagall