From The musical repository, pp60-2, 1799.
LASH'D TO THE HELM.
In storms, when clouds obsure the sky, And thunders roll and lightnings fly, In midst of all these dire alarms, I think, my Sally, on thy charms. The troubled main, The wind and rain, My ardent passion prove Lash'd to the helm, Shou'd seas o'erwhelm, I'd think on thee, my love, I'd think on thee, my love, I'd think on thee, my love, Lash'd to the helm, Shou'd seas o'erwhelm, I'd think on thee my love. When rocks appear on ev'ry side, And art is vain the ship to guide, In varied shapes when death appears, The thoughts of thee my bosom cheers: The troubled main, The wind and rain, My ardent passion prove; Lash'd to the helm, Shou'd seas o'erwhelm, I'd think on thee my love. But shou'd the gracious pow'rs be kind, Dispel the gloom and still the wind, And waft me to thy arms once more, Safe to my long-lost native shore; No more the main I'd tempt again, But tender joys improve I then with thee Shou'd happy be, And think on nought but love.