Their arms were pick’d with care
From all their friends could loan;
And all the yawls, for cannon balls,
Were stock’d with paving-stone.[22]
They battled wind and tide,
Three hours[23] amid the gloom.
The midnight pass’d.[23] They saw, at last,
The cruiser’s bulwarks loom.
“Who comes?” her watch call’d out.
“Who comes!” her captain cried.