Our Darling Grace

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Let’s cheer our darling, Grace,

The bravest lass of all.

She spied the luckless Forfarshire

As it wallowed in the squall

‘Twas in the year of ’38,

Off the Outer Farnes.

The Forfarshire, a coastal ship,

It’s engine working hard.

The paddle blades were thrusting,

Against a fearful swell.

Upon the rocks, the lighthouse shone;

Grace watched, then rang the bell.

The Forfarshire was broadside

Then the vessel broke in two.

Grace and her father launched their boat,

They had to save the crew.

Nine souls were saved on that fateful night,

Plucked from the forward end.

Hither and thither they rescued them;

Her will it would not bend.

All hail our national heroine,

Our darling Grace, our Queen.

No regal robes no jewelled crown,

The bravest ever seen.