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,