fought frail women back,
There were pampered fools who, fierce as
ghouls, left murder in their track;
There were shrieking men whose jeweled
hands dragged children from a boat
And rode away in the babies’ stead when the
life-craft went afloat.
’Tis not for boast that I tell the rest: we’re
not of the boasting kind—
We folks that sail from Glo’ster town; but you