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THE BATTLE OF THE NILE 2 |
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' But now, alas ! my coat is rent;
My hanger's pawned ; my money spent;
My former friends I've missed; And when of hardships I complain, My messmates swear 'tis all in vain,
And cry " What made you list ? "
' But hark ! I hear the corp'ral's tread : Another dose, and then to bed,
Of every joy bereft: I shake my bottle with a doubt; My poor half-pint is quite drained out,
Not one kind drop is left.'
The youth with indignation burns, Into his hated hammock turns ;
Alas ! not long to sleep : The quartermaster, with hoarse tongue, Awakes him ; says ' The bell has rung !'
He's roused, his watch to keep.
Shiv'ring he walks the quarter-deck, Dreading the stern lieutenant's check,
Who struts the weather-side; With glass and trumpet in his hand, He bellows forth his harsh command,
With arrogance and pride. |
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THE BATTLE OF THE NILE.
[Fragment.]
Come, all you British sailors bold, and listen to my song : It's well worth your attention, and I will not keep you long; It's of a British squadron that sailed the other day, Commanded by Lord Nelson on the 29th of May.
We had just twelve sail of the line, our fleet it was no more, Besides a frigate and a brig, to cruise the Straits all o'er. In chasing of those French dogs our intention it was good, With the wind at S.S.E., my boys, our course for Naples stood. |
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