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Then the soldiers safe were sent,
Then every sailor went, And when none but he on board remained,
The last to tread the deck,
The last to leave the wreck, Along the rope, the beach he gained.
The stormy waves might roar,
But a mightier roar ashore Rang out, to greet him safe to land,
Bruised, and crippled sore, he came,
With a nobler, grander fame Than if he'd brought red victory in his hand.
Of himself he never thought, 'Twas to others that he sought
The praise of this, his deed, to give ; But thousands that deed saw, And had looked on him with awe,
A hero, in their hearts, to live.
So the nation of him raved :
Of the town where he had saved Five hundred, he was voted free ;
And Liverpool gave plate,
And he hadn't long to wait Till a baronet they bade him be.