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ON BOARD THE CUMBERLAND, : . V
Or when against her dusky hull
We struck a fair, full blow, The mighty, solid iron globes
Were crumbled up like snow.
On, on, with fast increasing speed,
The silent monster came ; Though all our starboard battery
Was one long line of flame.
She heeded not, no gun she fired,
Straight on our bow she bore ; Through riving plank and crashing frame
Her furious way she tore.
Alas ! our beautiful keen bow,
That in the fiercest blast So gently folded back the seas,
They hardly felt we passed !
Alas! alas ! mv Cumberland,
That ne'er knew grief before, To be so gored, to feel so deep
The tusk of that sea-boar !
Once more she backward drew a space, Once more our side she rent;