noon
Hark ! what is that noise of rolling Waves and thunder in the air ? ` Tis the death-knell of the sailors And officers and passengers of the good ship Malabar . It was a fair and lovely noon When the good ship put out of port And people said ` ah little we think How soon she will be the elements ' sport . ' She was indeed a lovely sight Upon the billows with sails spread . But the captain folded his gloomy arms , Ah -- if she had been a life-boat instead ! See the captain stern yet gloomy Flings his son upon a rock , Hoping that there his darling boy May escape the wreck .