A queen of brine

Open your eyes and behold

From seas arisen lofty tides

Tall and billowy, she bore worlds in her depths

Seven fathoms, ten thousands billows

Winds roared, and met the waves midair

Heavenly tumult engaged

For a war of a scale so great

And forces so majestic

Small wonder froth broke out

And died upon pebbled shores

Such fury thus raged on

Three days, three nights

A perpetual onslaught of gusts and surfs

Raging from coast to coast

Till the coast an eddying depth

Mighty swells, a rising flow

That bent barricades and bowed to no hurdles

See, you awful eye she raptured all fortifications

They call her storm, queen of brine!