Here's a sailing hurricane songe for the less than terminally serious folk.
Blessings,
BArbara

SAILOR'S CONSOLATION
(Dibdin/trad)
(sung by Gordon Bok on Schooners)

One night came on a hurricane
The seas were mountains rolling
When Barney Buntline turned his quid,
And said to Billy Bowline:
"A strong nor'wester's blowin' Bill,
Hark, don't you hear it roar now?
God help 'em how I pities all
unhappy folks ashore now."

Foolhardy chaps who lives in town
What dangers they are all in
Tonight they're quaking in their beds
For fear the roof shall fall in.
Poor creatures how they envy us
And wish, as I've a notion
For our good luck in such a storm
To be out on the ocean. "

"And as for them who're out all day
On business from their houses
And late at night are coming home
To cheer their babes and spouses,
While you and I, Bill, on the deck,
Are comfortably lying,
My eyes! What tiles and chimney pots
Around their heads are flying!"

"And very often have we heard
How men are killed and undone
By overturns of carriages
And thieves and fires in London?.
We know what risks a landsman runs
From noblemen to tailors ,
Then, Bill, let us thank Providence
That you and I are sailors!"