As on the sands

After waves rise high they  have to fall
Lashed by western winds.Atlantic gales
Fisherwomen in their Arran shawls
Waited while the surf and shingle brawled
Waiting for the boats,did their hearts fail
Until at last they saw the  herring fleet?
Did their courage ever sink at all
As on the sands the monstrous seas did beat?
Many drowned and   widow women paled
Sad hearts were mauled.