"But should I be popp'd off, you, my mates left behind me, Regard my last words, see them kindly obey'd: Let no stone mark the spot: and, my friends, do you mind me, Near the beach is the grave where Will Watch would be laid." Poor Will's yarn was spun out, for a bullet next minute Laid him low on the deck, and he never spoke more. His bold crew fought the brig while a shot remain'd in it, Then sheer'd, and Will's hulk to his Susan they bore. In the dead of the night his last wish was complied with; To few known his grave, and to few known his end. He was borne to the earth by the crew that he died with ; He'd the tears of his Susan-the prayers of each friend. Near his grave dash the billows, the winds loudly bellow; Yon ash, struck with lightning, points out the cold bed Where Will Watch the bold smuggler, that famed lawless fellow, Once fear'd, now forgot, sleeps in peace with the dead. THE PILOT. H, pilot! 'tis a fearful night, I'll come and pace the deck with thee, Go down," the sailor cried, "go down, "Ah, pilot! dangers often met And thou hast known these raging waves "It is not apathy," he cried, "That gives this strength to me; Fear not, but trust in Providence, Wherever thou mayst be. "On such a night the sea engulph'd And such, perhaps, may be my fate, Fear not! but trust in Providence, TOPSAILS SHIVER IN THE WIND.-1804. HE topsails shiver in the wind, But yet my soul, my heart, my mind, For, though thy sailor's bound afar, Should landsmen flatter when we're sail'd, If love breathed constant gales: Which steers my heart from pole to pole. Syrens in ev'ry port we meet, More fell than rocks or waves; These are our cares-but if you're kind, THE BATTLE OF LA HOGUE OR HURSDAY in the morn, the nineteenth of May, Recorded for ever the famous ninety- Brave Russell did discern by break of day Follow me, you shall see That the battle it will soon be won. Tournville on the main triumphant roll'd To meet the gallant Russell in combat on the deep; He led a noble train of heroes bold, To sink the English admiral at his feet. Whilst a flood, all of blood, Sulphur, smoke, and fire, disturbing the air, Now death and horror equal reign: Now they cry, Run or die, British colours ride the vanquish'd main. See, they fly, amazed, through rocks and sands! One danger they grasp at, to shun the greater fate. In vain they cry for aid to weeping lands, The nymphs and sea-gods mourn their lost estate. For evermore adieu, thou dazzling Royal Sun! From thy untimely end thy master's fate's begun ; Enough, thou mighty god of war; Now we sing, bless the king! Let us drink to every British tar. ROLL, LIQUID MOUNTAINS, ROLL. D. BRUGUIER, 1803. OLL, liquid mountains, roll! Shake from your heads the hoary spray, Ye cannot daunt the seaman's soul, Though danger spreads his pathless way. Flash, vivid lightnings, flash! Blow, tempests, blow, Thunders dire, The seaman braves the dreadful crash, Rise, pointed rocks, arise, Assaulted by the foaming surge, Sailors your flinty sides despise, When friendship, love, and honour urge. Flash, vivid lightnings, flash, &c. |