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The Captain

Right into them the Vanguard leads, but with a sudden tack
The Spaniards double swiftly on their trail;
Now Jervis overshoots his mark, like some too eager pack,
He will not overtake them, haste he e'er so greatly back,
But Nelson and the Captain will not fail.


Like a tigress on her quarry leaps the Captain from her place,
To lie across the fleeing squadron's way:
Heavy odds and heavy onslaught, gun to gun and face to face,
Win the ship a name of glory, win the men a death of grace,
For a little hold the Spanish fleet in play.


Ended now the Captain's battle, stricken sore she falls aside

Holding still her foemen, beaten to the knee:

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