Cicely Fox Smith
A Channel Rhyme - Poem by Cicely Fox Smith
Start Point and Beachy Head
Tell their tale of quick and dead.
Forelands both and Dungeness
See many a ship in distress.
The Lizard and the Longships know
Oft the end of friend or foe.
And many and many a seaman's knell
Has been rung by Manacles bell.
Gull and Dodman ask aright
A wide berth on a dirty night.
Bolt Head and Bolt Tail
Are ill spots in a Channel gale.
Over nigh to Portland Bill
In Channel fog it's just as ill.
And Wolf Rock and Seven Stones
Rest their feet on sailors' bones.
But from Nore Light to Cape Cornwall
Goodwin Sands are worst of all!
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