My comrades were wrapped without fear.”
Oh, to-morrow shall be borne from the rocks of stern Cape Horn
A loud cheer and a louder cry,
As along the old jib-boom, for as many as there’s room,
Shall the pirates of Sunset Island hie.
Oh, the Medric, our pride, securely now may ride,
In the breath of the balsam around,
“Oh, Captain, there’s no use, to go and cut her loose,
For the Edward Everett’s aground.”