Chapter 24 THE ARETHUSA

Come all ye jolly sailors bold,

Whose hearts are cast in honour's mould,

While England's glory I unfold,

Huzza to 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