Just for the record, there is a 19th century song called "The White Squall" which I found in a collection of songs from Searsport ME. The original seems to have been a poem written in 1832 by Brevet-Major Richard Johns, while serving in the Mediterranean. He wrote the poem "shortly after the mysterious disappearance of one of his Majesty's sloops of war in the Mediterranean, supposed to have been lost in a squall of this character which, sudden and violent in its coming, too often proves fatal." (Ladies Magazine & Museum 1836) It was set to music by George Barker.


THE WHITE SQUALL
(Brevet-Major Richard Johns, music by George Barker)

1
Oh, the sea was bright and the barque rode well
The breeze bore the tones of the vesper bell
‘T was a gallant barque with a crew as brave
As e'er was launched on the heaving wave
--As e'er was launched on the heaving wave
For she shone in the light of declining day
Each sail was set and each heart was gay
For she shone in the light of declining day
Each sail was set and each heart was gay
And each heart was gay

2
They neared the land where in beauty smiles
The sunny shores of the Grecian isles
All thought of home and the welcome dear
That soon should greet each wand'rer's ear
That soon should greet each wand'rer's ear
And in fancy joined in the social throng
The festive dance and the joyous song
And in fancy joined in the social throng
The festive dance and the joyous song
And the joyous song

3
The White Squall glides through the azure sky
Bark! What means that despairing cry .
Farewell the transient dreams of home
'Tis the cry for help where no help can come
'Tis the cry for help where no help can come
For The White Squall glides o'er the surging wave
And the barque is 'gulfed in an ocean grave
For the White Squall glides o'er the surging wave
And the barque is 'gulfed in an ocean grave
In an ocean grave