Any old port in a storm / words by Arthur J. Lamb music by Kerry Mills
MLA Citation
Mills, Kerry, 1869-1948. “Any old port in a storm / words by Arthur J. Lamb music by Kerry Mills.” Digital Gallery. BGSU University Libraries, 23 May 2022, digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/items/show/17229. Accessed 11 Feb. 2025.
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Title | Any old port in a storm / words by Arthur J. Lamb music by Kerry Mills |
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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 |
Date | circa 1908 |
Contributor | Lamb, Arthur J., 1870-1928 |
Rights | |
Format | Sheet music |
Published works | |
image/jpeg | |
Type | Image |
Text | |
Identifier | SMC 00231 |
https://digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/items/show/17229 | |
Alternative Title | First line of text: Out on the billows the good ship tossed, but a brave little craft was she |
Date Modified | 2016-03-17 |
References | http://maurice.bgsu.edu:80/record=b2247871~S9 |
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 |