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
