Grace Darling Poem by Tom Billsborough

Amazing Grace, her father too,
Upon that Longstone beach,
They saw the wreck and they both knew
It would be hard to reach.

The storm blew wild, the seas were high
The rocks a mile afar,
No time to spare for they must fly
To reach that big Harcar.

The cobble boat they quickly launched
Upon that awesome tide
In moments they were sorely drenched
As waves swept o'er the side.

No thought of self, they ploughed straight on
Until they reached the wreck
They found that half the ship had gone
Just nine clung to the deck.

They loaded four upon their boat
And rowed them back to shore.
And Grace took care of three they brought
The others went for more.

So William and a man he saved
Now rowed to save the rest
The wind increased but still they braved
The storm to gain their quest.

Five other souls were saved that night
By fortitude so rare
By Will the keeper of the light,
His daughter, Grace, so fair.

When she took ill some four years on
That noble Hotspur clan
Now cared for her, as she had done,
As brave as any man.

Alas, their efforts were in vain,
The duchess at her side,
So Grace's light began to wane,
Immortal when she died.