The Flowers of Bermuda
Stan Rogers
[Chorus]
He was the Captain of the Nightingale
Twenty-one days from Clyde in coal
He could smell the flowers of Bermuda in the gale
When he died on the North Rock shoal

[Verse 1]
Just five short hours from Bermuda
In a fine October gale
There came a cry "Oh, there be breakers dead ahead!"
From the collier Nightingale
No sooner had the Captain brought her round
Came a rending crash below
Hard on her beam ends, groaning, went the Nightingale
And overside her mainmast goes

[Verse 2]
"Oh, Captain, are we all for drowning?"
Came the cry from all the crew
"The boats be smashed! How then are we all to be saved?
They are stove in through and through!"
"Oh, are ye brave and hardy collier-men
Or are ye blind and cannot see?
The Captain's gig still lies before ye whole and sound
It shall carry all o' we."
(Here we go!)