“When o’er the North Sea the dread storm fiend roams,
And billows, load roaring, for lives of men moans,
And the great hungry maw of the sea open gapes,
The lads of the lifeboat their gallant course shapes“

“It’s the lads of the Lifeboat my melody sings,
They are my gallants, my heroes and kings,
And first of them all I give as brave men,
Are the stout-hearted fishers of auld Ferryden”

Lifeboat Work at Montrose
David C Duncan 1904