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SONGS AND BALLADS
All hands and eyes on watch
As they keep; By their motion light as wings, By each step that haughty springs, You might know them for the kings
Of the deep.
'Twas the Edgar first that smote
Denmark's line; As her flag the foremost soared, Murray stamped his foot on board, And an hundred cannons roared
At the sign.
Three cheers of all the fleet
Sung Huzza ! Then from centre, rear, and van, Every captain, every man, With a lion's heart began
To the fray.
Oh, dark grew soon the heavens—
For each gun From its adamantine lips Spread a death-shade round the ships, Like a hurricane eclipse
Of the sun.
Three hours the raging fire
Did not slack; But the fourth, their signals drear Of distress and wreck appear, And the Dane a feeble cheer
Sent us back.
The voice decayed; their shots
Slowly boom. They ceased—and all is wail, As they strike the shattered sail, Or in conflagration pale
Light the gloom.