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 MORGAN

, what a set of Vagabundos,

Sons of Neptune, sons of Mars,

Raked from todos otros mundos,

Lascars, Gascons, Portsmouth tars,

Prison mate and dock-yard fellow,

Blades to Meg and Molly dear,

Off to capture Porto Bello

Sailed with Morgan the Buccaneer!

Out they voyaged from Port Royal

(Fathoms deep its ruins be,

Pier and convent, fortress loyal,

Sunk beneath the gaping sea);

On the Spaniard's beach they landed,

Dead to pity, void of fear,—

Round their blood-red flag embanded,

Led by Morgan the Buccaneer.

Dawn till dusk they stormed the castle,

Beat the gates and gratings down; 181