the West; One he sank with all hands, one he caught
and pinned, And the shallows and the storm took the rest. The guns that
should have conquered us they rusted on the shore, The men that would
have mastered us they drummed and marched no more, For England
was England, and a mighty brood she bore When Hawke came
swooping from the West.
The Bright Medusa
(1807)
She's the daughter of the breeze, She's the darling of the seas, And we
call her, if you please, the bright _Medu--sa_; From beneath her bosom
bare To the snakes among her hair She's a flash o' golden light, the
bright _Medu--sa_.
When the ensign dips above And the guns are all for love, She's as
gentle as a dove, the bright _Medu--sa_; But when the shot's in rack
And her forestay flies the Jack, He's a merry man would slight the
bright _Medu--sa_.
When she got the word to go Up to Monte Video, There she found the
river low, the bright _Medu--sa_; So she tumbled out her guns And a
hundred of her sons, And she taught the Dons to fight the bright
_Medu--sa_.
When the foeman can be found With the pluck to cross her ground,
First she walks him round and round, the bright _Medu--sa_; Then she
rakes him fore and aft Till he's just a jolly raft, And she grabs him like
a kite, the bright _Medu--sa_.
She's the daughter of the breeze, She's the darling of the seas, And
you'll call her, if you please, the bright _Medu--sa_; For till England's
sun be set-- And it's not for setting yet-- She shall bear her name by
right, the bright _Medu--sa_.
The Old Superb
The wind was rising easterly, the morning sky was blue, The Straits
before us opened wide and free; We looked towards the Admiral,
where high the Peter flew, And all our hearts were dancing like the sea.
"The French are gone to Martinique with four and twenty sail! The Old
Superb is old and foul and slow, But the French are gone to Martinique,
and Nelson's on the trail. And where he goes the Old Superb must go!"
So Westward ho! for Trinidad, and Eastward ho! for Spain, And "Ship
ahoy!" a hundred times a day; Round the world if need be, and round
the world again, With a lame duck lagging all the way.
The Old Superb was barnacled and green as grass below, Her sticks
were only fit for stirring grog; The pride of all her midshipmen was
silent long ago, And long ago they ceased to heave the log. Four year
out from home she was, and ne'er a week in port, And nothing save the
guns aboard her bright; But Captain Keats he knew the game, and
swore to share the sport, For he never yet came in too late to fight.
So Westward ho! for Trinidad, and Eastward ho! for Spain, And "Ship
ahoy!" a hundred times a day; Round the world if need be, and round
the world again, With a lame duck lagging all the way.
"Now up, my lads," the Captain cried, "for sure the case were hard If
longest out were first to fall behind; Aloft, aloft with studding sails, and
lash them on the yard, For night and day the Trades are driving blind!"
So all day long and all day long behind the fleet we crept, And how we
fretted none but Nelson guessed; But every night the Old Superb she
sailed when others slept, Till we ran the French to earth with all the
rest.
Oh, 'twas Westward ho! for Trinidad, and Eastward ho! for Spain, And
"Ship ahoy!" a hundred times a day; Round the world if need be, and
round the world again, With a lame duck lagging all the way.
The Quarter-Gunner's Yarn
We lay at St. Helen's, and easy she rode With one anchor catted and
fresh-water stowed; When the barge came alongside like bullocks we
roared, For we knew what we carried with Nelson aboard.
Our Captain was Hardy, the pride of us all, I'll ask for none better when
danger shall call; He was hardy by nature and Hardy by name, And
soon by his conduct to honour he came.
The third day the Lizard was under our lee, Where the Ajax and
Thunderer joined us at sea, But what with foul weather and tacking
about, When we sighted the Fleet we were thirteen days out.
The Captains they all came aboard quick enough, But the news that
they brought was as heavy as duff; So backward an enemy never was
seen, They were harder to come at than Cheeks the Marine.
The lubbers had hare's lugs where seamen have ears, So we stowed
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