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ADMIRAL BENBOW.
The Admiral stood upon the deck,
Before a shot was thrown;
Before him rode a Frenchman’s fleet,
Behind him lay his own.
Six gallant ships upon the sea
Their stately shadows cast:
In all of them St. George’s flag
Was waving at the mast
Dark was the shadow on the sea,
And dark upon the sky;
In stillness like the coming storm,
The English fleet sailed by.
Our Admiral he gave the word—
Up rose the gallant crew;
And far across the sounding seas
Their iron welcome threw.
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