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74 They have waited, ah the waiting! in the old way,

Strong and patient, from the Pentlands to the Forth.

There was fog to blind and baffle off the headlands,

There were gales to beat the worst that ever blew,

But they took it, as they found it, in the old way,

And I know it often helped to think of you."

'Twas a frigate, under stun-sails, as she gently gathered way

Spoke in jerks, like all the frigates, who have little time to stay:

"We'd to hurry, under Nelson, thank my timbers I was tough,

For he worked us as he loved us, and he never had enough.

Are the English mad as ever? Were the frigates just as few?

(Will their sheets be always stranding, ere the rigging's rove anew?)

Just as Saxon slow at starting, just as weirdly wont to win?

Had they frigates out and watching? Did they pass the signals in?"

And the laughing Breeze made answer: "In the old way;

You should see the little cruisers spread and fly,

Peering over the horizon, in the old way,

And a seaplane up and wheeling in the sky.

When the wireless snapped 'The enemy is sighted,'

If his accents were comparatively new,

Why, the sailor-men were cheering, in the old way,

So I naturally smiled, and thought of you."