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• Hearts of oak,' our captains cried! when each gun
From its adamantine lips
Spread a death-shade round the ships,
Like the hurricane eclipse
Of the sun.
Again! again! again!
And the havock did not slack,
Till a feeble cheer the Dane
To our cheering sent us back ;
Their shots along the deep slowly boom :
Then ceas'd_and all is wail,
As they strike the shatter'd sail;
Or, in conflagration pale,
Out spoke the victor then,
As he hail'd them o'er the wave;
· Ye are brothers ! ye are men!
• So peace instead of death let us bring: • But yield, proud foe, thy fleet, • With the crews, at England's feet,
• And make submission meet
* To our King
Then Denmark blest our chief,
That he gave her wounds repose;
From her people wildly rose,
As death withdrew his shades from the day. While the sun look'd smiling bright
O'er a wide and woeful sight,
Where the fires of fun'ral light
Now joy, old England, raise !
For the tidings of thy might,
By the festal cities' blaze,
While the wine cup shines in light;
And yet amidst that joy and uproar,
Let us think of them that sleep,
Full many a fathom deep,
By thy wild and stormy steep,
Brave hearts! to Britain's pride
Once so faithful and so true,
On the deck of fame that died,
With the gallant good Riou:1
Soft sigh the winds of heav'n o'er their grave!
While the billow mournful rolls,
And the mermaid's song condoles,
Of the brave!
Captain Riou, justly entitled the gallant and the good, by Lord Nelson, when he wrote home his dispatches.