. Ballads of bravery. like our own, my hearties, here,All scudding fore the gale, disappeared. Where yon southern billows roll oer their bed so green and clear ?Hold the reel! keep her full! hold the reel! How she flew athwart the spray, as, shipmates, we do her twice a hundred fearless hearts of steel Felt the whirlwind lift its waters aft, and plunge her downward bow!Bear a hand ! Strike top-gallants ! mind your helm ! jump aloft! T was such a night as this, my lads, a rakish bark was drowned,When demons foul, that whisper seamen oft, Scooped a tomb amid the flashing surge that neve
. Ballads of bravery. like our own, my hearties, here,All scudding fore the gale, disappeared. Where yon southern billows roll oer their bed so green and clear ?Hold the reel! keep her full! hold the reel! How she flew athwart the spray, as, shipmates, we do her twice a hundred fearless hearts of steel Felt the whirlwind lift its waters aft, and plunge her downward bow!Bear a hand ! Strike top-gallants ! mind your helm ! jump aloft! T was such a night as this, my lads, a rakish bark was drowned,When demons foul, that whisper seamen oft, Scooped a tomb amid the flashing surge that never shall be the yards ! a double reef! Hark the blast! O, fiercely has it fallen on the war-ship of the its tempest fury stretched the stately mast All along her foamy sides, as they shouted on the wave,Bear a hand! Call the watch! call the watch ! Ho! the larboard watch, ahoy! Have you heardHow a vessel, gay and taut, on the mountains of the sea. Went below, with all her warlike crew on ^^ BALLADS OF BRAVERY. 83 ¥a They who battled for the hapjDy, boys, and perished for the free? Clew, clew up, fore and aft! keep away!How the vulture bird of death, in its black and viewless form. Hovered sure oer the clamors of his through all their dripping shrouds yelled the spirit of the storm !Bear a hand I Now out reefs ! brace the yards ! lively there ! O, no more to homeward breeze shall her swelling bosom spread,But loves expectant eye bid despair Set her raven watch eternal oer the wreck in oceans your tacks ! cheerly, boys ! But for them, Their last evening gun is fired, their gales are overblown ;Oer their smoking deck no starry flag shall stream ; They 11 sail no more, they 11 fight no more, for their gallant ship sgone down. Bear a hand!
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