"Pull, pull, my lads! why don't you pull?
For God's sake, pull away, men!
Hell's blazes! pull but three strokes more,
And we have won the day, men!
"Stand up there, forward—pull the rest—
Hold water—give it to her!
Stern all, stern all—God damn it, heave
Your other iron through her!
We 're fast, we 're fast—stern out her way!
Here, let me come ahead, men.