Tale In The Crypt
THE FLYING DUTCHMAN
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'Twas on a dark and cheerless night To the south'ard of the Cape, And from a strong nor'wester We had just made our escape. Like an infant in its cradle, All hands were fast asleep, And peacefully we sailed along The bosom of the deep, Peacefully we sailed along the bosom of the deep.
At length our helmsman gave a cry Of terror and of fear, As if he had just gazed upon Some sudden danger near. The seas around were clad in foam and just upon our lee we saw The Flying Dutchman come bounding o'er the sea, We saw The Flying Dutchman come bounding o'er the sea.
"Take in our lofty canvas, lads," Our watchful master cried, "for me and my ship's company, Some sudden danger bides. For every seaman who rounds the Cape, Although he knows no fear, Yet knows that there is danger When Vanderdecken's near, He knows that there is danger when Vanderdecken's near.
"Here comes The Flying Dutchman Like an eagle o'er the sea! Pursued along by tempests dire, He makes for Table Bay. Pursued along by tempests dire, The lightning'd waves' accursed, And ere he can cast anchor The bay, alas, is past, And ere he can cast anchor, the bay, alas, is past.
"Let's pity poor Vanderdecken, For fearful is his doom: The seas around this stormy Cape Must be his living tomb! He's doomed to sail the ocean Forever and a day, As he tries in vain his oath to keep By entering Table Bay, He tries in vain his oath to keep by entering Table Bay."
And as we watched that spectral vessel Disappear from sight, Our master glanced to starboard And he gave a cry of fright. A mighty ring of coral loomed Beneath the dashing wave, And many shipmates went that night Unto a salt-sea grave, And many shipmates went that night unto a salt-sea grave.