'Twas when the seas were roaring
With hollow blasts of wind,
A damsel lay deploring,
All on a rock reclined.
The What D'ye Call It (1715), Act II, sc. viii.
'Twas when the seas were roaring
With hollow blasts of wind,
A damsel lay deploring,
All on a rock reclined.
The What D'ye Call It (1715), Act II, sc. viii.