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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."