| At fair Mount’s Bay, on that Christmas week
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| Was such a raging storm, no man could speak
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| That lifeboat thundered through an angry sea
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| Was called Solomon Browne and her company
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| With courage, it was called
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| On our heroes brave and bold
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| With courage, it was cold
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| On board that night
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| Now the stricken coaster called the Union Star
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| Her maiden voyage, she never thought that far
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| With Captain Moreton and his four man crew
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| A woman to save and her daughters two
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| Now, never had a lifeboat fought in vain
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| She could have made a dash for port but she tried again
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| All sixteen perished in that mighty wave
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| It tossed them overboard into a watery grave
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| With courage, it was called
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| On our heroes brave and bold
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| With courage, it was cold
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| On board that night
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| Now back at Penlee Point, time stood still
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| Twelve young children cried for their fathers killed
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| A nation shed tears for years as the news went round
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| The constant courage of our Solomon Browne
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| With courage, it was called
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| On our heroes brave and bold
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| With courage, it was cold
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| On board that night
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| With courage, it was called
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| On our heroes brave and bold
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| With courage, it was cold |