NWL soNes. 169 r?n? grog went round the gasping crow: andloudly rmm the song, The only past/me.at an hour when rest seemed far too long, 80 boisterously they took their rous? upon the crowded They looked like men Who had escaped? not feared, a sudden wroek? Up sl?mg the breeze the seventh day?away! aw&yl to sea DriRed the bark, with riven planks, over the warera Their battle-flag these rove?s? bold then hoisted telrarest high, And to the swarthy foe sent back a fierce deCying cry. "One last broadside!" Ned Bolton cried---deep boom- ed the cannon's roar, And echo's hollow growl returned an answer from the' shore. The thundering gun, the broken song, the mad tumul- tuous cheer, Ceased not, so long as ocean spared the shattered pri- vateer, I saw her--! '.he shot by me like lightning, in the g?e, We strove to save, we tacked, and fast we slackened all our sail-- I knew the wave of Ned's right hand--farewell! you strive in vain! And he, nor on5 of* hi? ship's crew, e'er 'entered port again.
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