“’d-a-port!” her lookout cried;
And our steel leapt forth for its meal of blows,
As our chains caressed her side!
A stern chase is a long chase
And the wind dies every hour,
And the veil that covers the ocean’s face
Is Death and Wealth and Power.
The Minstrel of the Fleet
It was the minstrel of the fleet
That lured the notes from the willing strings,