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Title: Ballads of bravery
Year: 1877 (1870s)
Authors: Baker, George Melville, 1832-1890
Subjects: English poetry
Publisher: Boston : Lee and Shepard
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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; would you have them take in towAll thats left us of the fleet, linked together stern and bow, For a prize to Plymouth Sound ? Better run the ships aground ! (Ended Damfreville his speech.) Not a minute more to wait! Let the captains all and eachShove ashore, then blow up, burn the vessels on the beach! France must undergo her fate. Give the word ! But no such word Was ever spoke or heard ;For up stood, for out stepped, for in struck amid all these,A captain ? A lieutenant ? A mate, — first, second, third ? No such man of mark, and meet With his betters to compete.But a simple Breton sailor, pressed by Tourville for the fleet, —A poor coasting-pilot he, Herve Riel, the Croisickese. And What mockery or malice have we here ? cries Herve Riel. Are you mad, you Malouins. Are you cowards, fools, or rogues ?Talk to me of rocks and shoals, me who took the soundings, tellOn my fingers every bank, every shallow, every swell Twixt the offing here and Greve, where the river disembogues t Wi
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BALLADS OF BRAVERY. 4I #s Are you bought by English gold ? Is it love the lying s for ?Morn and eve, night and day,Have I piloted your bay,Entered free and anchored fast at the foot of Solidor. Burn the fleet, and ruin France ? That were worse than fifty Hogues !Sirs, they know I speak the truth ! Sirs, believe me, there s a way!Only let me lead the line. Have the biggest ship to steer.Get this Formidable clear,Make the others follow mine,And I lead them most and least by a passage I know well.Right to Solidor, past Greve, And there lay them safe and sound ;And if one ship misbehave, Keel so much as grate the ground, —Whv, I ve nothing but my life ; here s my head ! cries Herve Riel. Not a minute more to wait. Steer us in, then, small and great!Take the helm, lead the line, save the squadron! cried its chief. Captains, give the sailor place ! He is admiral, in brief. Still the north-wind, by Gods grace. See the noble fellows face As the big ship, with a bound, Clears the entry like

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