It was on a Friday evening
Just about five o’clock
When the great “Rohna”
Began to reel and rock.

The fellows they all cry
What shall we do
The ship has been hit
And we can’t go through.

Our ship was sinking rapidly
And going mighty fast
We had to leave her quickly
They knew it couldn’t last.

The sea was really angry
And the waves, they were too
But God was there with us
And he saw us through.

And now we are on our way again
And all getting well
To go through that again, Boys
Would certainly be hell.

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