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Poem by Henry Newbolt


The Bright Medusa


She's the daughter of the breeze,
She's the darling of the seas,
  And we call her, if you please, the bright Medusa;
From beneath her bosom bare
To the snakes among her hair
  She's a flash o' golden light, the bright Medusa.

When the ensign dips above
And the guns are all for love,
  She's as gentle as a dove, the bright Medusa;
But when the shot's in rack
And her forestay flies the Jack,
  He's a merry man would slight the bright Medusa.

When she got the word to go
Up to Monte Video,
  There she found the river low, the bright Medusa;
So she tumbled out her guns
And a hundred of her sons,
  And she taught the Dons to fight the bright Medusa.

When the foeman can be found
With the pluck to cross her ground,
  First she walks him round and round, the bright Medusa;
Then she rakes him fore and aft
Till he's just a jolly raft,
  And she grabs him like a kite, the bright Medusa.

She's the daughter of the breeze,
She's the darling of the seas,
  And you'll call her, if you please, the bright Medusa;
For till England's sun be set
And it's not for setting yet
  She shall bear her name by right, the bright Medusa.



Henry Newbolt


Henry Newbolt's other poems:
  1. The Quarter-Gunner's Yarn
  2. The Non-Combatant
  3. Northumberland
  4. Waggon Hill
  5. O Pulchritudo


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