The Tale of Louisa Heartwell
Written by Mike Flower
Smashing their way through the cold stormy waves, with a large wooden oar in each hand
Henry Blogg and his men fought the strength of the sea, to bring them all safely to land
By the brawn of the oarsmen and power of the wind, with the ‘Pyrin’ laid stricken ahead
They launched to the aid of that vessel afar, its crew filled with terror and dread.
A twentieth century feat of pure skill, in the first month of year seventeen
Sailing their boat from that stone Cromer beach, each man ready, eager, and keen
In a true act of determination and guts, and a judgement they’d shown time before
Fighting there way through the mightiest of waves
Soon all would be safely ashore
With 53 years in the RNLI and a hero to 873
Henry Blogg and his men, rowed out time and again…
their life challenged by the North Sea
With each man now tired but triumphantly glad, from their ongoing toil to success
Reports of a swede ship ‘Fernebo’ were shared, blown in two and now in distress
Six crewmen were drifting the shoreline alone, local servicemen went to their aid
As ‘Louisa’ was launched for the very last time, 11 more, and a hero was made.
For Henry was honoured with a medal of gold, and his crew with their bronze ones adorned
All praised for their courage, so tenacious and true, not a single man lost or now mourned
None will forget yet the rough storms that day, or their bravery shown every time
It was ‘Louisa Heartwell’ that took them to sea, and protected them time after time