. How our grandfathers lived . ey all took their de-parture. PART VI AT SEA 70. A Gallant Ship that flewthe Stars and Stripes Tis of a gallant Yankee ship that flew the stripes and This old stars song buub> describes the And the whistling wind from the west-nor-west blew course of the through the pitch-pine spars,With her starboard tacks aboard, my boys, she hung johnVaui upon the gale ; Jones, in On an autumn night we raised the light on the old Head of Kinsale. It was a clear and cloudless night, and the wind blew steady and strong,As gayly over the sparkling deep our good ship bowled alo
. How our grandfathers lived . ey all took their de-parture. PART VI AT SEA 70. A Gallant Ship that flewthe Stars and Stripes Tis of a gallant Yankee ship that flew the stripes and This old stars song buub> describes the And the whistling wind from the west-nor-west blew course of the through the pitch-pine spars,With her starboard tacks aboard, my boys, she hung johnVaui upon the gale ; Jones, in On an autumn night we raised the light on the old Head of Kinsale. It was a clear and cloudless night, and the wind blew steady and strong,As gayly over the sparkling deep our good ship bowled along;With the foaming seas beneath her bow the fiery waves she spread,And bending low her bosom of snow, she buried her lee cat-head. There was no talk of shortning sail by him who walked the poop,And under the press of her pondring jib, the boom bent like a hoop ! 217 2l8 At Sea [No. 70 And the groaning water-ways told the strain that held her stout he only laughed as he glanced aloft at a white and silvery JOHN PAUL JONES. The mid-tide meets in the channel waves that flow from shore to shore,And the mist hung heavy upon the land from Featherstone to DunmoreAnd that sterling light in Tusker Rock where the old bell tolls each hour,And the beacon light that shone so bright was quenchd on Waterford Tower. ] A Gallant Ship 219 The nightly robes our good ship wore were her three topsails setHer spanker and her standing jib - - the courses being fast; Now, lay aloft! my heroes bold, lose not a moment yet!And royals and top-gallant sails were quickly on each mast. What looms upon our starboard bow ? What hangsupon the breeze ? Tis time our good ship hauled her wind abreast theold Saltees, For by her ponderous press of sail and by her con-sorts four We saw our morning visitor was a British man-of-war. Up spake our noble Captain then, as a shot ahead of us past- Haul snug your flowing courses ! lay your topsail to the mast! Those Englishmen gave three loud hurr
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