The North Shore was lashed with spray 
When the Charlie Cobb under double reets 
Ploughed the surf through Ipswich Bay. 
Everything was new from keel to rails: 
Her anchors, cables, lifeboat and sails; 
No man-o’-war was more slick and span 
On the night when she rounded the treacherous 
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Then they looked for Thatcher’s and Eastern Point, 
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When suddenly came a terrible shoek— 
She had ran her bow square onto Egg Rock. . 
Then the dark green pirates rushed in from the Bay 
Their white plumes waving in battle array, 
Pounding the helpless wreck as she lay, 
Foaming and hissing as they’ passed, 
Threatening to sweep from the deck her masts; 
Was washed from her deck by a cruel wave. 
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With the freezing spray covering every shroud; 
But the blinding snow on that dreadtui mgint 
Hid from view the mariners’ light. 
Every moment the storm increased, 
Blowing a gale from east-northeast. 
Still onward she flew like a bird of tne air, 
Out of her course she knew not where, _ 
When out of the storm came that mournful blow 
From the whistling buoy of Norman’s Woe. 
Then she changed her course—they could do no more 
When they heard the surf on the rocky shore 
Hoping to reach the open bay 
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But changing the course was of no avail, 
The wind was too strong to carry sail; 
The weary sailors could get no sleep, 
The Charlie Cobb was ‘‘Lost on the Deep. 
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With kelps for his pillow and rocks for his bed 
Lay silent in death near Eagle [ead. 
With the incoming tide she slid from the ledge 
Struck the beach, then burnt to the water’s edge. 
The green pirates had entered her cabin in time 
To fire her hull with its cargo of lime, 
And the hazy moon shed a silent gloom 
As the flames lit the sea and shone, 
But her cracking timbers were heard above 
The sound of the Ocean’s roar. 
Still the same waves roll and lovers stroll 
On the Beach in the same old way, 
And the moonlight waves wash the lonely grave 
And the sands sing the same today. 
Feb. 24, 1915. 
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