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 Waged gallant 'gainst the tempest's might."

Then turned we to a canvas near.

"Look! the King's frigate: and her foe:

The coast is Spain! Cruising to spy

An enemy, she finds him so,

Caught in a death-trap, piteously!

"A great Three-decker! Close a-lee

Wild breakers on the black rocks foam

Will drown that ship's whole company

When the one Anchor's fluke comes home.

"Her foremast gone, she cannot set

Head-sails to cast her off the land:

Those poor souls have to draw breath, yet

As long as while a warp will stand.

"'Tis war-time—time of mutual hate—

Only to keep off, therefore,—tack,

Mark from afar 'Jean Crapaud's' fate,

And lightly to 'my Lords' bear back