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 Ed Pickford © prs

Go to sleep little one

Though you daddy’s far away

He lies asleep in a watery grave

In Seaham Harbour bay my son

In Seaham Harbour bay.


In nineteen sixty-two November gales did blow

And the rain battered down on our houses so small

Yes down on this Earth below my son

Down on the Earth below.


Then we heard the news that out there on the sea

There were men and a boy in a little fishing cobble

They called ‘Economy’ my son

They called ‘Economy’.


So with the lifeboat crew your daddy went to sea

‘Gainst storm and wind that sea to sail

In the bold ‘George Elmy’ my son

In the bold ‘George Elmy’


The sea it thundered and roared but still your daddy sailed on

Sailed on ‘til they reached those men and that boy

And got them safe on board my son

And got them safe on board


Then they turned about and signalled to the land

Our job is complete and we’re coming home

To be safe from this salt sea foam my son

Safe from this salt sea foam.


But then the boat did lurch – keeled over in the bay

Eight men and a boy in that cold, cold sea

Were drowned that dreadful day my son

Were drowned that dreadful day.


And one man lived to mourn - and one man lived to tell*

Of the small, small boy who was drowned in the sea

Of the boy who was his son – great God

Of the boy who was his son


Go to sleep little one

Though you daddy’s far away

He lies asleep in a watery grave

In Seaham Harbour bay my son

In Seaham Harbour bay.

Seaham Harbour Bay Sir Thomas Allen & Seaham schoolchildren
Ed
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