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 "Then, louder than the storm-wind's yell,

Rings in her wake the Frenchmen's cheer,

Bidding the good ship glad farewell

While our staunch Frigate draws out clear.

"Never was nobler salvage made!

Never a smarter sea-deed done!"

"Best of all fights I love," she said: "This fight of the Endymion."