Doom’d from his home to sever;

Who swore to be thro’ wind and sea

Firm and undaunted ever!

And when the wave resistless roll’d,

About his arm he made

A packet rich of Spanish gold,

And, like a British sailor, bold,

Plung’d, where the billows play’d!

The Spectre band, his messmates brave

Sunk in the yawning ocean,