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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