Listen, my friend, to the tale that I tell
Of a storm-ravaged night long ago.
On Maine’s rocky coast one September night,
In Nineteen hundred and three.
Two schooners are sailing through an autumn nor’easter
In the shadow of Pemaquid’s light.
One bound for Boston, the other South Bristol,
At the mercy of a pitiless sea.
The Edmunds, a seiner, eastbound she sails,
Seeking refuge in South Bristol’s cove.
The Sadie and Lillie, for Boston she’s bound,
She is trying to weather the storm.
Lashed by strong gales, driven by high waves,
Both ships are thrust on the rocks.
The Edmunds to the east, and Sadie to the west
Are dashed to pieces and crushed.
Her crew of fourteen abandons the Edmunds
In dories, but the waves are too strong.
Only twelve men survive, her captain is lost,
And splinters are all that remain.
A rescuer comes to the aid of the Sadie
A man who witnesses the wreck.
Two men are lost, but two men are saved
By the valorous deeds of a hero.
Listen, my friend, to the tale that I tell,
Of a mariners’ tragedy,
Of two schooners shipwrecked in the same autumn gale,
And of sixteen men claimed by the sea.
“Pemaquid Point Lighthouse,” a pamphlet published by The Lincoln County News and provided free to visitors of Pemaquid Point Light
Pemaquid Point Light History – New England Lighthouses: A Virtual Guide website