Any old port in a storm / words by Arthur J. Lamb music by Kerry Mills
Mills, Kerry, 1869-1948. “Any old port in a storm / words by Arthur J. Lamb music by Kerry Mills.” Digital Gallery. BGSU University Libraries, 16 June 2020, digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/collections/item/17229. Accessed 10 Aug. 2020.
|Title||Any old port in a storm / words by Arthur J. Lamb music by Kerry Mills|
|Subject||Popular music -- 1901-1910|
|Description||For voice and piano refrain arr. for quartet (TTBarB) p. 6-7|
|Caption title: Copyright transferred 1915 to M. Richmond Music Co|
|Back cover: Excerpt of Let's be ready|
|Creator||Mills, Kerry, 1869-1948|
|Source||Sheet Music Collection; Music Library and Bill Schurk Sound Archives; University Libraries; Bowling Green State University|
|Publisher||New York : F.A. Mills|
|Contributor||Lamb, Arthur J., 1870-1928|
|Alternative Title||First line of text: Out on the billows the good ship tossed, but a brave little craft was she|
VERSE 01: Out on the billows the good ship tossed/ But a brave little craft was she,/ Tho' the thunder roared/ And the torrents poured/ In the pit of the angry sea;/ And the captain stood on the surf swept deck/ And he looked o'er the seething foam,/ He murmured "We're far from the harbor-bar/ And far from the lights of home;/ But e'ev as he gazed he cried,/ There's land on the starboard side/ Ship ahoy! Ship ahoy!"
CHORUS: Any old port in a storm lads,/ What ever that port may be,/ And thanks be given to our Father in Heav'n who watches o'er you and me,/ Tho', we're far, far away from the land, we seek/ where the heart of true love beats warm;/ For the shelter there is a haven fair,/ Any old port in a storm,/ Any old port in a storm.
VERSE 02:Close to the vessel the lifeboat rocked/ With it's cargo of souls inside,/ But the captain stood/ On the sinking deck,/ "There is no room for me" he cried,/ "Do not wait my lads!" "Pull away" he said,/ And the life boat shot o'er the sea./ He murmured low "'Tis my time to go/ Another port waits for me."/ Then in the embrace of death,/ He sang with his failing breath/ Ship ahoy! Ship ahoy!
|Original Format||1 score (7 p.) 35 cm|