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 "Safe shall she come to Brest again,

With Jean and Jacques, and Paul and Pierre;

And float to fight King George's men

Thanks to the goodly British gear.

"But woe to bold Endymion,

Never was darker plight for craft;

Laid-to—all save one anchor gone,

And those black fateful rocks abaft!

"Fresh-plucked from death the Frenchmen watched

A sailor's highest lesson shown;

They view by skill that Frigate snatched

From peril direr than their own.

"To beat to windward she must fly

Round to the starboard tack: but drives

Full on the rocks in staying: try

To wear her, the same fate arrives.

"One desperate shift remains! She brings

Her cable to the bitts: makes fast: