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ADMIRAL DUNCAN 283
At dead of night, when all was silent and many thousands fast
asleep, I, by two female friends attended, into the burying ground did
creep. Our trembling hands did serve as shovels with which the mould
we moved away, And then the body of my husband carried off without delay.
A mourning coach for him was waiting : we drove to London with
all speed, Where decently I had him buried and a sermon o'er him said. And now his sorrows are all over, and he's free from guilt and
pain; I hope in heaven his soul is shining, where I shall meet with him
again.
Farewell, Parker, thou bright angel! once thou wert the Navy's
pride; Since we did not die together, separate we must abide. I must wait awhile with patience; on earth I hope not long to
stay, When we shall meet once more in glory, and all our sins be
wash'd away. |
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A NEW SONG IN PRAISE OF ADMIRAL DUNCAN.
By J. Prat. Tune Arethusa
To tame the Dutch, our teacherous foes, And give Mynheers a bloody nose, Brave Duncan to the Texel goes,
Expecting they would meet him. Many boisterous nights and days We roll'd upon the raging seas, Enduring hardships various ways ; Wind and cold, in storms we roll'd, Yet our tars and admirals bold
Resolved they would beat them. |
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