And then his messmates, if you're pleased to stay,
He'll one by one the gallant souls display;
And as the story verges to an end,
He'll wind from deed to deed, from friend to friend;
He'll speak of those long lost, the brave of old,
As princes gen'rous and as heroes bold;
Then will his feelings rise, till you may trace
Gloom, like a cloud, frown o'er his manly face—
And then a tear or two, which sting his pride,
These he will dash indignantly aside,