Albert Ferbrache from L'Eree
Proposed a trip across the bay
And young Thomas Queripel
Came along with Clem as well
They asked the old man Jean Le Notre
If he still had his old boat
And could they borrow just one time
The vessel for a Valentine
For a sum he happily
Let them sail off in the sea
Albert, Tom and Clem were there
With three ladies fine and fair.
Miss Le Couteur, Miss Dobree
And Miss Lenfesty made three
Let's sail, Albert Ferbrache said
Happy times are just ahead.
Halfway over Rocquaine Bay
Skies turned dark and steely gray
Wind whipped waves soaked all the crew
Happiness and ardour flew
Help us, save us! was the cry
We did'nt come out here to die
On the shore Pierre De La Mare
Heard their cries as he stood there
His sweetheart, Miss Aimee Dobree
Was on his mind tonight as he
Launched his little fishing craft
To try to save the stricken raft
He pulled his oars 'gainst heavy seas
The rain blew down, so cold to freeze
And then Pierre's fondest hopes were dashed
As on the rocks the old boat smashed
But bobbing up upon the sea
Came God's generosity
Six went out, and came back three
One was Miss Aimee Dobree
Pierre loved Aimee all her life
And Aimee loved to be his wife
Whether skies were blue or gray
In the cottage by the bay
Tony Gardner
