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Title: "The August Smith"
Verse 1
Storm in the bay, sails torn wide,
Anchors slipped on a rising tide.
Wembury watched with bated breath
A ship held fast on the edge of death.
Chorus
But the tide ran out, the sea gave way,
They walked ashore at end of day.
From Buenos Aires, storm and din
That’s how the August Smith came in.
Verse 2
Foremast down, the breakers roared,
Lifeboat launched, but hope was floored.
Waves too wild, they turned around
The crew held fast to higher ground.
Chorus
Still the tide ran out, the wind grew thin,
And every man was pulled back in.
No rope, no line, no mortal sin
Just luck when the August Smith came in.
Now Wembury sleeps, but tales remain,
Of surf, and sails, and sea-sent rain.