Manchester Floods – Ballad published 13 July 1872
The thunder rolled, the lightning flashed,
The rain came pouring down,
And soon the rivers were swollen
In country and in town.
Still on the mighty water came
Where lay the silent dead
And soon alas! the coffins were
Uplifted from their bed.
Ghastly forms of old and young
Lay open to our view;
God grant that such appalling sights
May ne’er be seen by you.
Nor yet unmindful would we be,
Of those who suffered loss,
But grateful that from harm we’re free.
Help them to bear their cross.
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