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THE ENDYMION'S TRIUMPH 315
This action we'll record in the annals of British fame,
Her sixty-three to forty-eight it was unequal game.
Since we left Plymouth Harbour in eighteen hundred and
thirteen, All along the Yankee coast we have thirty prizes ta'en.
Bold Captain Hope commanded us, his praises we'll proclaim, To him the greatest honour's due, he merits British fame. * Be silent, men !' was all his cry. ' Bring all your guns to bear, And do not fire one shot in vain ; both round and grape prepare.
It would take the quill of Homer or Virgil to indite The valour of our officers display'd upon that night: Our undaunted first lieutenant, bold Morgan of renown, Mr. Garson, Mr. Ormon, bold Fanshaw and Yeaman.
But on the seventeenth, brave boys, at twelve o'clock at night We lost our fore and main mast, to us a doleful sight; To see us in this dreadful gale an adamant heart would weep, Our quarter-deck and forecastle guns we plunged in the deep.
But soon we rigged our jurymast when that the gale was o'er, The weather it came fine and clear, the billows ceas'd to roar; But soon another gale arose, which lasted three whole days, In the Gulph Stream we were toss'd about, tremendous were the seas.
Our prize she was dismasted and much injury sustain'd ; Thank God she's now arrived safe, the anchorage she's gain'd. Thus kind Heaven protected us, all dangers we surviv'd, For now in sweet Bermuda our ship and she's arriv'd.
Now let Commodore Decatur and all his Yankee crew Write home to cowardly Madison what British tars can do, Whilst our trophies we'll bring home unto the British shore, And cans of grog we'll pledge, my boys, now tempests cease to roar.
So fill to me a flowing bowl and let the toast go round :
God prosper long bold Captain Hope, with laurels he is crown'd;
Success to our bold officers and all our valiant crew,
And may all British seamen their victories pursue. |
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