the coward’s case—a blow.
It isn’t a boast, I say again; but we stayed till
all had passed,
Then the ragged coats of those Glo’ster men
went over her lee rail last.
And three of the few of our scattered crew,
who had twice dared Fate that night,
Went down in the rush of the whirlpool’s tow
when the liner swooped from sight.
We ask no praise, we seek no heights above