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 Now faded, ragged, frayed:

As yellow as King George's guineas! rent

From bunt to ear-ring: yet magnificent!

Yet in royal state arrayed!

For, dear and dauntless ship,

Built of the British Oak, and manned with hearts

Stanch as the heart of oak! What pulse but starts?

What pride leaps to the lip

Thinking how each clout heard

The boatswain pipe: "Hoist the fore topsail, Lads!

Haul home! Haul home!" And then it soars and spreads

Like pinion of sea-bird;

Amongst the clouds a cloud:

And then it sees from foretop—while it holds

The Spanish breeze, and mightily unfolds—

Down on the decks that crowd