Chapter 40 THE ARETHUSA

Come, all ye jolly sailors bold,

Whose hearts are cast in honour's mould,

While English glory I unfold,

Huzza for the Arethusa!

She is a frigate tight and brave,

As ever stemmed the dashing wave;

Her men are staunch

To their fav'rite launch,

And when the foe shall meet our fire,

Sooner than strike, we'll all expire

On