Here we are moored at pier five
Thanking God we are alive
For it wasn't too many days ago
We lost five good men in a fire below
We went to battle one Friday night
And that fire we began to fight
With odds against us at every turn
For two and a half hours the fire did burn.
We were seventy miles from the nearest land
When the Nimble offered a helping hand
That day we saw some gallant fighting
That one can't put down in words of writing.
We saved a ship that wanted to die
And when it was all over, some began to cry
A glimpse of hell was seen that night
And believe me, it isn't a pretty sight.
Many will remember our tragic loss
When once again we set sail on a course
For to sail these sweeps it takes good men
And we'll always be ready, if it happens again.