There fights the boldest Jew, Whitechapel-bred;
And here Saint Monday's worthy votaries live
In all the joys that ale and skittles give.
Now, lo! in Egypt's coast that hostile fleet,
By nations dreaded and by Nelson beat;
And here shall soon another triumph come,
A deed of glory in a day of gloom—
Distressing glory! grievous boon of fate!
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The proudest conquest, at the dearest rate.