LA SEINE ( AND THE VOORSPED ) ( " polite " words in italics )
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Oh Perranporth beach is a terrible place
Where a man may drown and leave no trace
In December of nineteen hundred and nought
( the wind's onshore she won't make port )
A great steel barque from Chile was bound
When a nor'west gale put her hard aground...
Mon Dieu Zut Alors, said the capitain, he was French
Sacre bleu, mal de mer et quel dommage...
( There's a great French ship lying on her side.
And we're all waiting for low tide. )
La Seine lay battered by the waves
No boat could brave the surf to save
The crew of 24 men and a boy
Whose only hope was the breeches buoy
The Perran Rocket Men, fired ten that missed and then
Hit the deck at last, the line made fast-around her mainmast.
( There's a great French ship lying on her side.
And we're all waiting for low tide. )
Oh Perranporth beach is a terrible place
Where a man may drown and leave no trace
But lives were saved as they are today
Yet who can blame us if we pray
Keep all ships safe but should there be a wreck
Let it be on Perranporth Beach
We'll save the crew (and the cargo too..)
( There's a great French ship lying on her side.
And we're all waiting for low tide. )
In March of nineteen hundred and one
( Sea is calm, bright shines the sun )
A Dutch three-master with a drunken crew
Fetched up on the beach with her yards askew
Oh bugger me, the captain said I see ( Oh dear I fear, the captain said I hear )
The surf on Perranporth Beach, we're going aground
We'll gonna be drowned ...
(There's another fine ship lying on her side .. And we're just waiting for low tide.)
For Perranporth beach is a terrible place.....
Where nothing washed up shall go to waste .....
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