Lyrics
:Come all you jolly sailors bold, and landsmen too, attend, :I am inclined to sing in praise of those eight gallant men, :who boldly left their native shore as you shall understand, :to save the lives of those poor souls upon the Goodwin Sand. :Chorus :Britons all, both young and old, think of those jolly sailors bold. :On Thursday, 'twas March the sixth, the wind blew from the land :which drove the fated Mary White upon the Goodwin Sands. :The lifeboat's crew from Broadstairs flew, with hearts so light and gay, :Right gallantly they made the wreck, those precious lives to save. :Chorus :John Crouch, a gallant sailor bold, likewise George Castle too, :George Wales, Richard Crouch, this day, my praise is due to you :Sol Holbourn, Sackett Ansel, John Wales, with great delight :So gallantly did venture off to save the Mary White. :Chorus :Ned Chittingden, 17 your health I drink, I drink with thee, :Times three and for your valour, my brave men, you shall rewarded be. :Chorus :You've done your best, and saved the lives of seven poor souls this day; :May God receive the other three who did get cast away. :Chorus :So to conclude and finish now, my song is at an end, :May God above a blessing give to those eight gallant men! :Chorus ==References==