In the dead of the night this undaunted young female, Oh! father, dear father, awake she did cry, Arouse from your slumber and launch the boat quickly, Poor creatures to save, our efforts let’s try, I fear there’s a wreck, let us strive then to rescue Some part of the crew from the deep sad and cold, Their shrieks do appal me, their cries she said pierce me, Grace Darling--that gallant young female so bold. Says her father, dear daughter, this night it is stormy, ’Tis cold, and the seas they do run mountains high, It is folly my child to attempt on the billow, I fear not the danger, dear father, she cried! The boat was launched quickly, the seas loudly roaring, To the wreck with her father she ventur’d we’re told, And nine of the sufferers she saved from drowning, Grace Darling--that gallant young female so bold. When the danger was past her bosom beat lightly, Yet tears from her eyes in large torrents did fall, And saying we’ve only saved nine out sixty, Oh! I wish dearest father we could have saved all. Since her life she did hazard through tempests to save them Her name shall be written in letters of gold, With health and long life to that gallant young damsel, Grace Horsely Darling--that female so bold. SAYERS’ & HEENAN’S GREAT FIGHT FOR THE CHAMPIONSHIP. [Illustration] Upon the seventeenth day of April, All in the morning soon, The Yankee and the champion Sayers Prepared to meet their doom. The train it ran along like wind, Coaches and cabs did fly, Both men appeared determined To conquer or to die. They fought like lions in the ring, Both men did boldly stand, They two hours and six minutes fought, And neither beat his man. Tom hit at the Benicia boy Right well you may suppose, Heenan returned the compliment Upon the champion’s nose. Like two game cocks they stood the test, And each to win did try, Erin-go-bragh, cried Heenan, I will conquer, lads, or die. Cried Sayers, I will not give in, Nor to a Yankee yield, The belt I mean to keep my boys, Or die upon the field. They together stood it manfully, Surprised all in the ring, There was never such a battle, since Jack Langham tackled Spring. Such fibbing and such up and down Lor, how the swells did shout, Their ribs did nicely rattle, And their daylight near knocked out, Tom Sayers let into Heenan, Heenan let into Tom, While the Fancy bawled and shouted, Lads, my jolly lads, go on. Two long hours and six minutes They fought, and the claret flew, Sayers proved himself a brick, so did Yankee doodle doo. The bets did fly about, my boys, And numbers looked with joy On Sayers, the British champion, And the bold Benicia boy.