“A prize! a prize!” quoth these Papist spies,—
“A prize for our gallant lord!”
And before poor De Ruyter awoke from surprise
They had pinioned his arms, they had bandaged his eyes;
And when he recovered, his first surmise
Was “At length I am thoroughly floored!”
For assistance he calls, but they gag him,
And off to Sir Walter they drag him;
While Abraham Cooper,
A stalwart old trooper,